Start at the End

My mind says no, but the flesh is too weak
I could have left and walked away, but I’m afraid I’m not that strong
Where should we start?
How about from the end?
Why not leave?
No, after all I just want you to feel the same…
Gripping your pillow tight, six ways to keep me away
But if you fail to use them all, I’m there and I’m willing to stay
You built me an early grave, and part of me had died
I buried you inside of my heart, next to our weeping willow tree
Search hard and you might find this endless guilt that rapes your mind
You should have just walked away; I’m glad I’m not that strong
Gripping your pillow tight, six ways to keep me away
But if you fail to use them all, I’m there and I’m willing to stay
Gripping your pillow tight, six ways to keep me away
But if you fail to use them all, I’m there and I’m willing to stay