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That night, i promised that if you left,

you`d never see me alive.

So then i put my fate in the hands of God

and directed my face to the sky.



And as the barn doors clattered in the howling wind and the thunder brought tears to my eyes,

a white flash lit up face but touched down

fifty feet to my right.

I just prayed for a better aimed strike

next time.



Cos when you`re giving everything to someone who don`t

really care about you, oh,

You make some stupid promises but im the sort that

see`s em through, oh.

The next night, the calm just before the storm,

you got my poem to you.

A big list, of all of the things you`d said

that turned my hard heart into glue.



And as the same doors clattered in the howling wind and the

thunder brought tears to my eyes,

i caught you running `cross the open field

when the sky gave a piece of it`s mind.

It should`ve been me that died,

that night.



Look what you`ve done,

why did you come?

What do i do now?

Why did you come?

Look what you`ve done!

What do i do?

What do i do?!



Before i forget,

you`ll never die.

Before i forget,

You`ll never die.