I wish he didn't have to die But he was a bad man Wrote over the love story he left on my body With somebody else's hands I'm still crying, but I'm not sorry No, I couldn't give a God damn about it now I've washed him out of my clothes I know he had to go He had to go And he'd say the same, you know I wish he didn't have to die But he was a bad man What do I make of these tears that I've cried Over that bad man? I could tell you that I don't love him But you know it'd be a lie Doesn't mean I don't condemn him And God damn him, he knows why I let it go, I've washed him out of my clothes I know he had to go He had to go And he'd say the same, you know I wish he didn't have to die But he was a bad man What do I make of these tears that I've cried Over that bad man?