Well I stopped to think about the bad times that I've had With a smile on my face warm with the birth of the sad Curled up with nothing to do Why's the sun always out when I'm feeling blue
It must be you
When I took my first drink of Alcohol I saw the angel of death floating over us all And with a smile on my face, I just wept How does a grown man laugh in the face of death
It must be you
You forgot your dagger when you left Six inches deep buried in my chest And if you come back to pull it out to look at the blood I'll slap your hand away, at least I loved, loved you