I Sometimes Wonder How Many Times I've Died In This Life...

The warm sun on my cool skin,
Doesn't feel half as good as your arms
Around my wretched form,
Why did you let me in?

I break most everything,
I don't maintain,
And then I'm gone again.

I want to run half the time,
Until I see your eyes,
And then I'm yours my friend.

It's not in my nature to be,
I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be me,
I'm just a ghost in skin,
Why did you let me in?