When I look into my life
Things really sounds the same
Like flowers growing in the field
Without playing life's game

Why did you have to go
Live your life away from here?
Why did you have to go
Live your life away from me?

When I look into my life
Things really sounds strange
Life is a cold breeze blowing in your hair and I
Believe that pain is far from here

When you re looking down your friends are praying for you
Your friends will be sure
That when they re looking down, they felt that you are here
They know that you ve been here

Why did you have to go
Live your life away from here?
Why did you have to go
Live your life away from me?