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