But why so many fights
Throughout so many nights
In which i found you
To be so weak
So why don't you go home
And go find something wrong
In your rude and sweetless words

And perhaps you wont touch me again
And perhaps you will weep like the rain
And perhaps you will say in a word
All the meanings of what was my love

So don't stay in the bed
Searching for the old gladness
That once was inside your chest
You cannot hurt me further
You've just made a murder
Of killing the one who loved you the best
Of killing the one who loved you the best