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.