I'm sorry if all I do is stare,
At your wounded heart, 'cos I never bothered to care

You said he hurt you again.
He made you feel things, much more worse than pain
He punched and slapped, and kicked and swore
He hit you so hard,i could have sworn he broke your jaw
I felt the need to rise and fight
But at that moment, it just didn't feel right
This was a cause that wasn't mine
And I, as always felt you'd do just fine
A couple of hits, a couple of beats
Would never in hell, take you down to the pit
But I was wrong
You were not strong

Your funeral was last three weeks
And as I stared at your grave I felt really weak
My eyes gave in and started to leak
Your death taught me all I ever needed was just to speak