I knew she was in the room
When I felt her coldness hit my arm
I felt her presence immedeately
But she didn't mean any harm.
When we started this relationship
We had talked about everything, past
The future was going to be ours to keep
I was the one he would be with last.
He told me all about her
She was as sensational as could be
And when she passed, He lost himself
That is, up until he found me.
I told him I couldn't relate
I have never lost someone so close
But I sympathized with him completely
And I would stay with him to help him grow.
When we bought our first house together
I thought it was a sign of moving on
But when her pictures covered our bedroom wall
I knew something was forever wrong.
Soon the presents he bought me
Turned into memories of her, so dear
When he asked me to wear her favorite perfume
He answered my biggest fear.
I told him of a theripist I knew
Someone who could help to give him closure
But instead he just got angry with me
'How could I give him such exposure?'
I told him I couldn't deal
I tried to help him but I couldn't stay
He told me he couldn't handle losing someone else
And I was digging him his grave.
How could I leave after such harsh words?
He blackmailed me with death
I promised him one last chance at love
But that was all I would be willing to give.
"The shrine in our bedroom has to go
You've got to learn how to advance"
"She's not your future or your present
You must break free of this trance."
Three months had passed and nothing changed
So I packed up my bags to leave
I took all of her pictures with me
I figured it would help him greave.
I left back home to live with my sister
A week later I was fully moved in
I picked up the paper and noticed his picture
It was the first time in months I had seen him grin.
It said he took his life
On that depressing saturday night
He left a note with a picture of me
It said "I guess you were right..."
I know he's happy where he's at
He's finally with his love
And as awful as it seems to sound
I'm glad I helped him find his home above.
