All I want is to understand   why everything good melts like ice in my hands   I'm afraid to ask - how long can this last?   this life will leave me, their smiles tease me   I've wished my last wish     forced to keep all these thoughts to myself   for fear you won't care enough to help   none of your words will ever be heard   void of emotion, there's no solution     I've wished my last wish   it's too late to wait for a better tomorrow     why does everything good melt like ice in my hand?