Lyrics Score 22

It was score 22 days ago
since I carved you out of the finest pine
it's now my quest to find
all the splinters you gave that scar my mind

What would you rather be..
What would you rather be..
What would you rather be?
Hated or remembered?
or just forgotten?

When her last breath echoes "you complete me"
"yeh we'll stay... i want to be..."