If I die give my body to the sun
please don't cry this field of tears will let [bad word] 
but the echoes sparcely tell me where to go
and I'm stuck between the rain and the snow
I didn't think dying would be so hard
I didn't think living would be so hard

waking up in the turning tide
was easier than living in your eyes, my love
and the paper let me use it's face
to tell you of all my disgrace
and I'm sorry if you didn't say "goodbye"
yes I'm sorry if I ever made you cry

but none of this time was wasted on you
I thought I was fine walking in these shoes
but the water was just too cold
and your words were just too bold
then the summer came at early spring
and my lungs let out a breath and then a scream
and as I lie here dying

you haven't lost a thing

you haven't lost a thing

these lonely eyes are letting go of pain
so if I die, let my blood leave a stain