Hey these may be the final words 
We may ever get to say 
So let's not worry about small regrets 
It's too late for that anyway 

Hey you eternal optimist 
Have you still not had enough? 
No place left to hang your [bad word] 
Shattered illusions fade to dust 

If you could show me a [bad word] sign 
That shining light that leads me down 
path I'd been in search of former life 
I never saw but should have known 

Hey you melancholy clown 
Tell me how the story ends 
Will it [bad word] another tragic tale 
or nothing left here to retent 

An ironic twist of fate 
scary view so far away 
Yet I search the gray tomorrow 
And wonder where you've gone 
Some doors are better left unopened 
Some things are better left unseen 
Once you set it all in motion 
Things will never be the same 

Never be the same