You died and took me with you,
yet it's here that I still stand.
I never thought I'd make it
without you here to hold my hand.
I still cry myself to sleep sometimes,
though rest is hard to find.
I can't wait for death to take me too,
the contract has been signed.
I should have told you everyday
the way I felt 'bout you.
But now you're gone and I'm alone;