I still have these memories of you I think of you In everything I say and do You must've hated me To have turned and set me free From your complex web of lies
It defies my grasp of knowledge How could you kick me down When I was already on the ground?
Now as I wait for days to pass The feelings last Lingering like open wounds I wait every hour For the boy in the flowers
Was it me, what went wrong? 'So long!' the only words he said
If God exists If God exists If God exists Then why does he hate me?
Was it me, was it you? Is it true what they see? Was it me, was it you? Is it true did you see? Was it me was it you? Is it true what they see?
Was it me, was it you? Is it true That God exists?
