I’m glad your back but scared you’ll leave again
I’m mad that I lack the will to smile through the pain
You keep coming back from the dead
I’m still sorry for all I did and said
For all that I didn’t do
For all the ways that I hurt you
I’m not mad,
Just a little heartbroken and sad
Maybe it’s too soon
Baby you rip the stitches from the wounds
Every time you go
And I just don’t know
Whether you’re alive or dead
Or if it’s something I said
But then suddenly again without warning
I have to put on the black of mourning
I don’t mean to be rotten or rude
But I’ve never gotten over you