The memories flood my mind
Like a fresh and seeping wound
And the questions keep on mounting
Like grains of sand upon a dune
You stole within an instant
Something very dear to me
Then you sang to me this sad song...
This Tragic Symphony. . .
The lessons that you taught me
From my mind -- They'll never part
But the tears keep on flowing
From my weak and aching heart
Now that you're not with me
My days creep by so slow
And while I sit here singing
The memories always show:
How we used to laugh,
How we used to clown,
All the times we shared
I had to put them down.
How we used to talk,
How we used to play,
They all just washed away
Like the chalk in the rain...
How could you be so selfish?
How could you do this to me?
So now I'm left here singing...
A Tragic Symphony. . .
Did you even think at all
Before you made up your mind
That maybe you were special
In someone else's eyes?
Now my day's are never-ending
And every night I have to cry
But the thing that kills me the most
I never said "Goodbye". . .
And I can't help but wonder
Why you did this senseless plea. . .
But the song keeps on going. . .
The Tragic Symphony. . .