The wind whispered through the leaves
Of a million swaying, swinging trees,
And the sky was freckled with one million stars,
As I placed on my arm one million scars.
I painted a picture; I painted it well
I painted a picture, of my living hell.
The thing that kept me going, the thing that kept me true
Was the thought of your voice, the thought of you.
The thought of tomorrow, when I’d see your face…
You’d run up to me, and then we’d embrace.
But only as friends, nothing less, nothing more
Even though you know you’re the one I adore.
And then one day, it all fell apart -
You saw the scars, and you killed my heart.
You abandoned me when I needed you most
And it was you who turned me into a ghost.
You said I was stupid, that I had no brain
You said I was living my life all in vain.
Well guess what, you were right. Guess what, it’s true
But just remember this: I died for you.
