You told me you would never leave,
Then you left.
The roses you gave to me,
But now they're burning,
While I cry.
I think I died on the same day as those roses,
Because I never felt the same.
I gave you the lighter to set me on fire,
I gave you the knife
You put in my back.
And after all of that, nothing hurt more than you leaving.
I would burn myself again,
Cut myself again,
If any of it would stop you from leaving.
I would jump off a bridge,
I would try to fly.
If it would mean you had never lied.
I would listen to your harsh words,
And nod my head.
If it meant I wouldn't feel so dead.
Everything reminds me of you.
So I'll lay in bed doing nothing,
In hope that thoughts of you will leave my head.