Time goes by, you go on with your life.
I'm sitting here thinking what it would've been like...
If we tried harder, we could've made it.
If we held on longer, we would last.
I just don't want to be part of your past, future and present is where I want to be.
Look at this mountain, it's called life, come and climb it with me.
Your grasps and crisp touch, were of love and passion.
Let's rewind and continue with our lives back then and there just think...
What would it be like If we pushed through it all, made it through heaven and hell.. Without one fall.