I died because you didn't want me.
I died because you didn't need me.
Now your kiss and you smile haunt me,
Because I can't shut my eyes.
Your eyes and words hurt me,
So I tell myself lies.
That I don't need you,
Or want you,
Or yearn for your touch.
Some say to think these things,
Is just too much.
But instead, I die.
I died because you don't love me.