by Michael Yuan
The skies turn gray
There's nothing left to say
And I ask myself
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends,
And I ask myself,
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flowers decay
Lives go away.
And I ask myself,
Why do all good things come to an end?
From:
Michael Yuan
Copyright ©:
Michael Yuan
Last updated February 06, 2013