If I knew I was going to lose you,
would I have still dug so deep...

Twenty years from now,
I wanted you to know...

I prepared myself to see it,
Not knowing how that would go...

They say it goes on,
with the oceans tides moving in and out...

In six months will it be the same
as it is six months to this day...

I don't think I can take life without you,
I feel myself withering away...

Darkness is an old friend of mine.
Never did I realize how black things could really...

Christmas has now come and gone,
Missing you with every breath I take...