Ween
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in camville he was slain
I’ll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I’ll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day
But when twelve months were come and gone
This young man he arose
What makes you weep down by my grave
I can’t take my repose
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips -- one kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips and return back to your grave
Puddle of Mudd
So here I am
I don't wanna be by myself
And I think you’re ****ing someone else
now im gonna have to find a way
To take the knife out of my back
And how could you leave me
Stranded in a closet full of bones
I’m always afraid
That you’re gone
Away from me
I’m always afraid
That you’re lost in somebody
I’m always afraid
That you’re gone
Away from me
I’m always afraid
That you’re lost
Maybe you could let me stay
Maybe just for one more day
You could help me stay the same
Maybe things won’t ever change
Maybe we could taste the rain
You could push me out the way