Holds her hand on his head,
Strokes the scar made by pencil lead,
She rubs it out with her eraser lips,
Plugging holes in a sinking ship,
Why’d you let me go?
Thinking I am, your first mistake,
Accepting that, was the second that you made

I am broken, always have been,
You can't miss something you have never seen,
If you accept that you are already dead,
Then you can live a life without regrets,
Then you’ll reach the end alone in your bed,
With only your life you can’t wait to forget,
Why’d I let you go?
Thinking I am, your first mistake,
Accepting that, is one of many that I have made