tell me do you remember the games and the laughter far from the choices wed have to make a kiss on the lips turned the toad to a prince and the end was a lifetime away i pour myself onto this page i am writing a swan song for ages i will leave it behind and just maybe you will remember me its the end of an innocent era the beauty we know will be lost we are building a bridge between heaven and hell to return again and why must a hero die young not to be gone and forgotten so i pray for the broken this is not the end of innocence now its me and my knife and the will is my temple numb from the choices i have to make slowly we all took a bite of the apple and laughters a lifetime away i pour myself onto this page i am writing a swan song for ages i will leave it behind and just maybe you will remember me its the end of an innocent era the beauty we know will be lost we are building a bridge between heaven and hell to return again and why must a hero die young not to be gone and forgotten so i pray for the broken this is not the end of innocence  of innocence