| Just something…
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| I wish I had died in your arms tonight…
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| (Verse)
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| I’m running down the hall — I heard the phone ring,
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| I wonder if it’s you or is it just something,
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| I thought your face I saw — but it was just nothing,
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| I thought your voice I heard, my imagination’s got me,
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| Why did you leave, I screamed, you never got back to me,
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| I picked up the knife to she’d my skin — reality’s destruct me,
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| The knife did not do good, all it did was hurt me,
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| I turn around and the gun on the wall, is starring at me,
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| Pick me up, I’ll help you, it said,
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| And maybe it lied… and maybe I died…
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| (Chorus)
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| I wish I had died in your arms tonight…
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| I wish I was stronger to put up the fight…
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| I wish someone helped me feel alright…
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| I wish someone saved my life tonight…
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| (I wish I had died in your arms tonight) |