If you can still believe in everlasting joy
Then life is your wooden box
Perception is your toy
I have just lost a girl who was inspiration and a friend
If I had known this burden, I wouldn't have done it again
We had our different ways
We had our different ways
Not until recently did a sharp division occur
My way was right for me, her way was right for her
I was sad and angry enough to put a fist through a wall
In a while I'll remember her as if discovering an attic doll
We had our different ways
We had our different ways
We had our different ways
We had our different ways