You given up on me yet?
There was nothing that I could do.
And all these restless nights, god damn these restless nights.
Did you find it hard to leave?
Was there more to say?
As light hits rained out streets,
I can't help but think that it's one for the innocent,
you truly left your mark in them.
To live would mean to die again, to hope to live to see the end.
If God gives me strength, what God does this to me?
I don't wait for Heaven.
It's so sad you're gone,
you didn't wait too long until our backs were turned.