To the day I met my very first lover, 
To that song I wrote when it was all over, 
To the time I wasn't able to tell lies no matter how
Much it hurt... 
That time is so far away... 

To the lord I prayed as a kid in a corner, 
To those scary dreams I had worrying my mother, 
Still remember grandma telling stories 'bout that man
Who'd died alone, 
The man I should never be... 

To a place I left, 
To all of my friends, 
To the rose I gave to a girl one day, 
To the moments I thought that I would go insane... 

To a friend who thought eleven floors would kill him, 
To the day he awoke surprised he was living -

Then I realized that here you stay as long as you have
To, 
No more, no less... 

To the day I went to bury my father, 
And I figured out I wouldn't have another, 
To the time he took my hand in his and told me "son, 
You have to be
Better than me"... 

To that place I left, 
To all of my friends, 
To the rose I gave to a girl one day, 
To those moments I cried believing a lie, 
To the jackals I met and I never betrayed... 
To that child I prayed to be back one day, 
To those feelings I lost with my fingers crossed, 
To the moments I thought that I would go insane...