We said goodbye. Tried her hand at magic.
But we couldn't make us disappear.
Not a day goes by I don't wish I had you.

So run away, I'm glad you're still here.
It's a bitter sweet victory.
Lovin' the ghost in front of me.


Now I can't laugh, can't cry.
And I can't run, can't hide.

What do I gotta do?
What do I gotta do to keep you?
What do I gotta do to keep you from doing this to me?


I wrote a couple of notes.
One in love, one in anger.

They're lying there dying in the dresser drawer.
Lived louder than my voice. Struggled through a stranger.
He loved me until I loved you even more.

It's a bitter sweet victory.
Lovin' someone else who wanted me.


Now I can't laugh, can't cry.
And I can't run, can't hide.
You get used to the pain, and numb to the sting

Till you can't feel anything.

You tried to explain, but I couldn't hear it.

As if your words were my tears.
Flowing freely, warm and quiet.
From the edges of my eyes and my ears.

Then all that disappears.

Now I can't laugh, can't cry.

And I can't run, can't hide.
Now I can't laugh, can't cry.
And I can't run, can't hide.


What do I gotta do?
What do I gotta do to keep you?

What do I gotta do to keep you from doing this to me?