by Mark Mangum
No longer will I live in these shadows of past loves
That have faded or died away.
Because you have been hurt I am made to suffer
And I am pushed away when this love is real
And would never be lost.
So as for now I would rather die alone than to live
And be alone within your arms.
Maybe when I am gone from your life for good
You will realize how you mistreated
And mistrusted this love that was.