Irks me

It irks me t irks me that when I see a familiar face or place, I can stil feel the trace of vou and And it makes me want to cry, because we could have beer ride or die It irks me That I have to tell lie after lie, and say 'don't worry l'm fine but they can see the pain that I so eagerly try to hide It irks me That I was ready to say my goodbyes after she diec It irks me Because I still ask 'why did she have to die, why couldn't it have been me' It irks me