And when she died, they packed her things away
The boxes full of memories, things we forgot to say
The sky had once been blue, then turned to grey
The funeral with all her friends, 10 years ago today
And then they ask me why I'm the way I am
I don't know how to answer them
And then they ask me why I'm the way I am
I don't know how to answer them
And then they ask me why I'm the way I am
I'm gone
I'm gone
Paying for the things I never said
Did a lot of things I never meant
Now I think I wish that we never met
And now I think I wish we never met
