She found a lie and it lead to you She felt so empty and weak inside Couldn't stop thinking of those things you do. These are the stories of our lifes. The days passed by and it soon got colder. She felt distraught, felt pain inside. She couldn't help feeling just a bit older. These are the stories of our lifes. So much to do, so little time. Wondering aimlessly with everything to hide. Good things come to those who wait Better luck next time at the Golden Gates. What will come of tomorrow's hours? Will there be sun, or will there be showers? So much thinking, yet nothing to ponder. You should stay home, there's no room to wonder. She lays in bed all cold and dreary. What about the man all weak and weary? We always think we have hard times... They're just the stories of our lifes.