Mhm.

You see her, you can't touch her. You hear her, you can't hold her. You want her, you can't have her. You want to, but she won't let you.
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy.

Now you wish she'd never come back here again.
Oh, never come back here again.

She's not so special so look what you've done, boy.

Now I'm nailed above you.
Gushing from my side
it's with your sins that you have killed me
Thinking of your sins I die
Thinking how you'd let them touch you
How you'd never realise
That I'm ripped and hang forsaken
Knowing never will I rise

Again.....

You still see her
Oh, you hear her
You want her
Oh, you want to
You see her
You still hear her
You want her
You still want to