Everything ends, eventually
Spring turns into dead Winter, and flowers all wilt away into dust
I woke up one day in the woods, and you weren't there. I was alone again
I looked in your room countless times, and even stayed the night, but you never came
I went to our place at the edge of a cliff, but you still weren't there
I looked for what seemed like forever, and then
Somewhere along I just slept and slept and wandered and wandered