Gone, she is gone
And she is never coming back
How do you feel?
How do you feel about that?
You're grabbing at your heart
And you think you're going to scream
The blood starts spilling from your pores
Running down your chest in streams
Gone, she is gone
And she is never coming back
How do you feel?
How do you feel about that?
You're drowning in your blood now
And you're lying on the floor
You are waiting for your heart to stop
But there is someone at the door
Gone, she is gone
And she is never coming back
How do you feel?
How do you feel about that?
You are in another's arms now
And you're holding to her tight
She is covered in your blood
And she tells you it's alright
Gone, she is gone
And she is never coming back
How do you feel?
How do you feel about that?
When you're wrapped up in this love
And it's squeezing you to death
And you know that when you lose it
You'll draw your one last breath
When she's gone, when she's gone
And she will never coming back
How will you feel?
How will you feel about that?
When your heart starts bleeding out
And again you're on the floor
What will you do next
When no one's at the door?
Gone, she is gone
And she is never coming back
How do you feel?
How do you feel about that?
She is gone
Gone
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