A cry for help seems to come from deep inside of me. What am I supposed to do, what am I supposed to be? Time is running out and I'll be running all around. Fitting in my time before you lift up off the ground. You are leaving and not coming back, going far away. My only hope is you'll come back to visit me someday. I'll stay with you in memories, both in your mind and heart. Waiting for the day when time could just restart. Not restart from the top, but where we left off toward the end. A heartbreak in our eyes, but our smiles would pretend.