They have always said that death comes in threes,
But when God took him, he took the rest of me.
And if I had the chance to love him again, I swear I'd do it right.
But now it's too late to feel him, to love him, to hold him tight.
There was a part of me that just couldn't let him go,
And that part of me loved him, and that, he'll never know.
He's the first man I've loved, he's the first to make me cry,
He was my distraction and with him, my heart dies.
I've asked a million and one times, what am I going to do,
And he said I'd make it and he'd be there to see me through.
I will always love this man more than I will ever love myself,
But what's even harder about loving him is loving him to death.
He mellowed out the hurt and with him, I forgot the pain,
And in his brown eyes, I'd seek sunshine to clear out this rain.
I know they'll always say that when death comes, it'll come in threes,
But when death made this mistake, it mistakenly took the better part of me.