I can't forget all the things we did Some things ...

 How about a round of applause?
Standing ovation?

 Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing

 We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves

 Przepraszam Cię ostatni raz, więcej tak, nie chcę już się czuć.

 Tak, również punk-rock jest sztuką, a nie ma sztuki dla leniwych.

 Pozostawisz ten świat za sobą, a więc żyj życiem, które zapamiętasz. -Avicii

 I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head

 I must have called a thousand times to tell you:
"I'm sorry, for everything that I've done"
But when I call you never seem to be home

 But that night, we stared in wonder
Wide-eyed but scared to wonder

 Died last night in my dreams
All the machines had been disconnected