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