I’m sorry, my love, I lied to you again, I don’t think I’d like sobriety, Without my best friend,
The pain last night was so great, I almost took my life, I think I’d rather take drugs, To mask my internal strife,
I really thought one day, We’d be happy, and you my wife, It’s not Death I’m afraid of, But Living, this life.
To have loved but lost, Is not better than to have never loved at all, This pain is only so deep, Because my love for you was so tall.
With that I say goodbye, To you, my best friend, We were full of good love, But all good things must end.