I remember her, she remember me. I liked her like a simile.
If you see a ghost, girl don’t approach, it isn’t me. I’m holding on but girl I’m close, you’re killing me. Oh my love, we end up just like a kiss, it’s bittersweet. I’m living but my heart still says, “In memory of your love.” Girl, I’m six feet over.
Was it the fall? Was it my fault? Does she even have a heart to break? Did it happen when, when the world threw her heart away? Caught her at the bottom And promised her I would keep her safe Or at least fall So she wouldn’t fall alone I’ll go where you are Just tell me I have to know… Was it my fault? Did I even break your heart at all?