All of my life, I have built and lit the fires, waiting for something to come. I guess I was sick of being the only one burning alive

And though I can't control the weather, I will claim your hurt as mine. I'll try and bring the colours out of your life

I stare at an empty room, knowing how many have passed through; what memories they left behind. The closure, I thought, would never come

This is the man that dwells within me. Maybe this is what my life was meant to be

And though I can't control the weather, I will claim your hurt as mine. I'll try and bring the colours out of your life

I cannot die knowing I could have done more