I couldn't change your mind
before you told me, you told me
you said you were fineand we talked about leaving town
and living alone.
I never got the chance to say what
you meant to me and you know I don't believe
but i guess you watch over meits three years on it's not old news, still coming to terms being without you and I hope you watch over me.and the way you died, did it hurt at all?
and think of you that way, did it hurt at all?
and the way you died, did it hurt at all?
and think of you that way, I don't at all?and I swear at times I can hear your voice like in the morning through the floor and i cant smell those cigarettes.
that you used to smoke at the back door:and the way you died, did it hurt at all?
and think of you that way, did it hurt at all?
and the way you died, did it hurt at all?
and think of you that way, I don't at all?