My toes are slowly squishing the sand,
I see two lovers, hand in hand.
It hurts to look at them because,
I start remembering how it was.
When you and I stood hand in hand.
In our dreams we owned the land.
Felt like we could do most anytthing,
Thought someday, you'd kneel with a diamond ring
You said you'd never leave me, but that was a lie,
One day you left me, the day you died.
As they bury you, I start to cry.
Behind me, I hear a sigh.
Do they really expect me not to be crying?
I held your hand as you lay dying.
Do they really expect me to forget?
Do they really expect me not to regret,
That you were taken, instead of me.
Just, don't expect me to ever be happy.