I still have these memories of you
I think of you
In everything I say and do
You must've hated me
To have turned and set me free
From your complex web of lies

It defies my grasp of knowledge
How could you kick me down
When I was already on the ground?

Now as I wait for days to pass
The feelings last
Lingering like open wounds
I wait every hour
For the boy in the flowers

Was it me, what went wrong?
'So long!' the only words he said

If God exists
If God exists
If God exists
Then why does he hate me?

Was it me, was it you?
Is it true what they see?
Was it me, was it you?
Is it true did you see?
Was it me was it you?
Is it true what they see?

Was it me, was it you?
Is it true
That God exists?