I watched my ex boyfriend change day after day
i slowly watched him fade away,
it was painfully watching what he went through
and you wouldn't believe what to me it made me do,
for me it was a hurtfully experience
to see his change in his appearance,
he couldn't walk, and struggled to talk
i sat beside his bedside
and most of the time cried,
i talked and talked for hours and now and then he replied,
it got to a point where he couldn't talk, or hardly open his eyes,
he only squeezed my hand now so i knew it wasn't long
till he passed away and my lover would be gone,
the morning he sadly passed away,
i stayed at his house all day,
trying to be brave
i stood crying at his grave,
i didn't sleep or eat for days
my life had ended in many ways,
I'm with our friends most nights
and there's always something thats not quiet right,
its cos there's a gap that is him
and it starts my heart remembering
