Good-bye

I'm confused, and my body is broken,
All I think of, is the last word that was spoken...
'Goodbye'
I cried out, but couldn't run,
The last thing I remember was hearing a gun.
Your body was crumpled on the ground,
but the bullet wound was all I found.
No shed of blood, or the gun,
The devil himself finally sang your song.
With just me, and you dead,
Things will go wrong inside of my head.
They will take me to a far away place,
but no matter what, I'll still see your face.