Why did you have to go?
I'd give up my eyes to see you one last time, and
I'd give all my fingertips to touch you,
And I could paint you picture perfect even if I were blinded,
But you have to die for me to see how to live.
Why did you have to go?
I'd give up my eyes to see you one last time, and
I'd give all my fingertips to touch you,
And I could paint you picture perfect even if I were blinded,
But you have to die for me to see how to live.