Life with you was the best thing to happen to me
Life with you was as graceful as a summer afternoon
But life with you now, in the same town, will rip me to shreds again
I hope I never see you again but if I do, I will ask this
"Why do you haunt me so?
Why do you make a fool of me?
Why do you haunt me so?
Why do you make me feel like I don't wanna breathe?
Why do you haunt me so?"