If I was religious I might go confess
But I have nothing to confess to
I've done nothing wrong
He did it
And it caused his own demise
But it doesn't ease any of our minds

He still haunts all of us
I know this for a fact
We keep in touch
An e-mail here
An e-mail there
Just to make sure we're all still here

We all survived
If that's what you call this existence
This painful existence
This painful existence we're all too strong to end
This painful existence made better by the ones we love
This painful existence made worse by memories of him

But still we exist
Not knowing why
Or how
We manage to stay alive
And with this painful existence
Haunting our halls