Don't tell me how selfish I was,
How I ran away like a coward,
How you would've done different,
And never have left my side.
But what use is it to stay by a corpse,
A ghost of my craving soul,
Limp and lifeless,
A waning echo of the girl that died?
How I ran away like a coward,
How you would've done different,
And never have left my side.
But what use is it to stay by a corpse,
A ghost of my craving soul,
Limp and lifeless,
A waning echo of the girl that died?