Yesterday, today, tomorrow. Fade away like frozen photographs. Remember, forget. The stakes, the ways you take, the ways you make the moments pass. (...) All the same, it’s a game, it’s a play, it’s a war, it’s a shame that we’re always fighting for. I don’t mean to cast no blame, I don’t intend to pretend, I could never loved you more. But in the blink of an eye, everything you ever knew can change. And it’s a beautiful lie if you think everything will always stay the same.