She Fell

She fell from grace
to the grave,
she fell from on high.
Old for longing memory
I can still see her fly.

I wish now I could go back
instead of laying here.
But I know that
it's too late
to take her back in my care.

Why does she
keep haunting me
inside of this old head?
And why do I keep feeling her
beside me in weary bed?

Let me go
please let me go.
Let me rest instead
of holding right onto me
please just go away.

Why does she
keep haunting me
inside of this old head?
And why do I keep feeling her
beside me in weary bed?

Time has passed
from then til now.
She's still in my head
even though I know she's gone
I know that she's not dead.