I could have treated you better but you couldn't have treated me worse but it's he who

laughs last is he who cries first. Sometimes I feel I know strangers better than I know my

friends why must a beginning be the means to an end

The stones from my enemies these wounds will mend but I cannot survive the roses from my

friends

When the last word has been spoken and we've beared witness to the final setting sun all

that shall remain is a token of what we've said and done. When all we've had has been

forsaken distant church bells no longer ring that's the sound of a heart taken and the story

of tears from a king

The stones from my enemies these wounds will mend but I cannot survive the roses from my

friends

This may be the last time I see you forgive me for holding you close this may be the last

time that I see you so of this moment I will make the most. This may be the last time I see

you but if you keep me in your heart together we shall be eternal if you believe we shall

never part

The stones from my enemies these wounds will mend but I cannot survive the roses from my

friends