Is this the end or the beginning Or are we somewhere in between Have we just lost or are we winning Or crashing someone else's dream? Will we survive or are we dying All withered up and growing old Behind the smiles are we still crying And is our passion growing cold? And as we search through faded pages Of early plays, we starred in every scene So have we lost or are we winning Or crashing someone else's dream? Between the lines, harsh words unspoken We play the old familiar scene So are we whole or are we broken Or crashing someone else's dream? If we're to write another story What happens next, we really must decide Is this the end or the beginning Or is this our final episode?