Sitting here, down on my bed,
I think of all she had ever said.
Her last words to me were "goodnight and goodbye"
Its just enough to make me cry.
A forever, lost, wondering soul,
She couldn't find the things to make her feel whole.
The memory of her seemed to fade away,
a forgotten grave of which she now lay.
I visit that grave every passing day,
speechless I am, not knowing what to say.
I'd just lay down the roses and say "goodbye"
And imagined this was just some twisted lie.
But I'll never forget that girl who once had my soul
I just wish that I could have made you feel whole...
