Every time you walk away, I struggle to breathe
You take a bit of my life every time you leave...

Every time I think I'm done, that I won't go on more
I can't go on more

Every time that thing called hope, it loans me one last lease...

On this winding road....

Walking down the winding road, I reached a well, that showed me what I left behind. All the people I cared about, all the people who wanted something, who gave something, all the people who once walked with me on this unending journey. I shed a silent tear, and it rippled in the well, and showed me all the roads ahead.

 And then a slight wind troubled the image, and it shattered into a million pieces, and all I could see was me....