I see you in my dreams,
I'm running...

This is for you,
My one and only...

When I was a kid,
You were my hero...

I think of those days,
But it comes as a haze...

The knife is sharp,
and cuts harshly...

I've spent years trying to figure out how I went...
But that was a waste of time...

I tip the bottle,
The need for the last little bit...

Things seemed to be perfect,
Then something happened...

I sit in my room of empty promises and broken...
The walls are made with tears and screams...

I spend my days and my nights
With thoughts of you drifting in my head...

I remember the days we had,
That was when I knew what to do...

As I lay here in my bed,
There are many thoughts...