But why so many fights Throughout so many nights In which i found you To be so weak So why don't you go home And go find something wrong In your rude and sweetless words
And perhaps you wont touch me again And perhaps you will weep like the rain And perhaps you will say in a word All the meanings of what was my love
So don't stay in the bed Searching for the old gladness That once was inside your chest You cannot hurt me further You've just made a murder Of killing the one who loved you the best Of killing the one who loved you the best
