To the day I met my very first lover,
To that song I wrote when it was all over,
To the time I wasn't able to tell lies no matter how
Much it hurt…
That time is so far away…

To the lord I prayed as a kid in a corner,
To those scary dreams I had worrying my mother,
Still remember grandma telling stories 'bout that man
Who'd died alone,
The man I should never be…

To a place I left,
To all of my friends,
To the rose I gave to a girl one day,
To the moments I thought that I would go insane…

To a friend who thought eleven floors would kill him,
To the day he awoke surprised he was living –

Then I realized that here you stay as long as you have
To,
No more, no less…

To the day I went to bury my father,
And I figured out I wouldn't have another,
To the time he took my hand in his and told me "son,
You have to be
Better than me"…

To that place I left,
To all of my friends,
To the rose I gave to a girl one day,
To those moments I cried believing a lie,
To the jackals I met and I never betrayed…
To that child I prayed to be back one day,
To those feelings I lost with my fingers crossed,
To the moments I thought that I would go insane…