I know why you run,
Why you cant look me in the eye,
I know why you cant touch me or talk,
I know the answers...here is why,
Its the guilt,
Its the shame,
Its the memories,
The pain,
Its the thought of me,
Laying on your bed,
Its the knife at my wrist,
The gun at my head,
Its the words the lies,
The crimes you comitted,
The pains that you caused me,
The cheat you admitted,
Its the ghost of your lover,
That haunts you at night,
Makes you not dream,
That squeezes you tight,
Its the red rose on,
Valentines day,
Its the white rose,
That i threw away,
Its the memories of me,
And the lies that you said,
Its the black rose that lays,
On the grave of the dead...
