I'm sorry if all I do is stare,
At your wounded heart, 'cos I never bothered to care

You said he hurt you again.
He made you feel things, much more worse than pain
He punched and slapped, and kicked and swore
He hit you so hard,i could have sworn he broke your jaw
I felt the need to rise and fight
But at that moment, it just didn't feel right
This was a cause that wasn't mine
And I, as always felt you'd do just fine
A couple of hits, a couple of beats
Would never in hell, take you down to the pit
But I was wrong
You were not strong

Your funeral was last three weeks
And as I stared at your grave I felt really weak
My eyes gave in and started to leak
Your death taught me all I ever needed was just to speak

And if we are not meant to be
Why then do you mean so much to me
Us not being together is something I just can't see
So please tell me you'd be home just in time for tea....

Something I've learnt
Through all the time I've spent
Is that you can be a nice guy
Give your all to the limit of knowing you tried
You can love with all your might
Swear to God you'd fight
For that special one
Overlook all the wrong they've done
You can be kind to a fault
Answer yes to everything, no 'buts'
But still get the short end of the stick
And that just makes me really sick

Let the sun shine
Let the rain fall
You'd still be mine
And i'd still be yours

Whence comes the flat line
As the GRIM REAPER calls
You'd still be mine
And i'd still be yours