Some things i don't want to know,
but some things i just have to hear...

Why do we fight?
and say things out of spite...

Why do you cut?
why do you make it deep...

Your slipping away from me,
i can feel it...

Life was bad
my days were so sad...

Not there to put his arms round me,
not there to hold me tight...

The moment is happening for everyone,
but i only feel us two...

Don't look at her with those eyes,
don't pretend we were a lie...

Don't look at her with those eyes,
don't pretend we were a lie...

Haunted and hunted,
dead or alive...

This is not a ponsy love song,
or a chair made for two...

My friend....
i remember the day we met...