I wish sometimes
 lightening would just strike me dead
 to kill your voice
 that lives inside my head
 see, every time I close my eyes
 I end up seeing yours
 and the way you look at me
 burns me straight to my soul
 and I guess it’s true
 about what they say
 you only hurt the ones that you love
 and I loved you more than anything
 and you loved me more than anything
 and together we destoryed everything
 that we had ever built together
 now I try to ascertain my complacency
 but I can find no satisfaction
 in any of my past actions
 and I want something to be proud of
 and I wish for one second you were proud of me
 like it was when we were in love
 and I want to be happy
 oh I want to be happy again
