Naught but a tragedy,
we write to the beat of this saga,
and the world goes away,
dreams and hopeless aspirations,
make up our lives today,
be right by your side,
won't ever give up,
till the water rises too high,
I'm sorry I'll say,
I must apologize

I neverlearned to swim.

Guess we all have friends,
yet we stand alone,
I guess I could care,
but I'm from a broken home.

I guess my words are as pointless,
as trying to reach you,
as pointless as trying to explain,
that I can't change.

Everyone expects us to change,
like leaves in the fall,
but that way of thinking makes me think
we're just like the rest of them all...

We've all gone away,
writing to the lip-singing verses,
naught but a tragedy.