Honestly, what will become of me?I don't like realityIt's way too clear to meBut really, life is dailyWe are what we don't seeWe miss everything they dream inFlames to dustLovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an end?Flames to dustLovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an end?Flames to dustLovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an end?Flames to dustLovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an end?Come to an endWhy do all good things come to an end?Come to an endCome to an endWhy do all good things come to an end?Traveling, I only stop at exitsWondering if I'll stay young and restlessLiving this way, I stress lessI want to pull away when the dream diesThe pain sets in and I don't cryI only feel gravity and I wonder whyFlames to dust, lovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an end?Flames to dust, lovers to friendsWhy do all good things come to an end?Come to an endCome to an endWhy do all good things come to an end?Come to an endCome to an endWhy do all good things come to an end?Yeah, the dogs were barking at the moon Whistling a new tune, hoping it would come soonAnd the dogs were barking at the moon Whistling a new tune, hoping it would come soonSo if they could dieFlames to dust, lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end?Flames to dust, lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end?Why do all good things come to an end?Why do all good things come to an end?Why do all good things come to an end?Why do all good things come to an end?