I took his word,
he took his life.
He told me everything,
told me he was alright.

Life so fragile, it shatters when you touch it,
the world wasn't ready for him.
He wasn't ready for the world,
on a collision course.

The angels called for him,
and he left in the night.

The air is cold,
I see my breath.
Somehow, I think of you,
I still can't rest.

And to think it's been almost three years,
since I last saw your face.
Sometimes I can't believe it,
this worlds a cruel place.

The angels called for him,
and he left in the night.

I see your face,
in everything.
From smoke to the mirror,
I feel nothing.

Sometimes I question what I could have done,
to make sure you stayed here.
You always seemed a happy soul,
or maybe you knew the end was near.

I wish I could bring you back,
but we all know you'd disappear.
You left for a reason,
but I wish you were still here.

The angels called for him,
and he left in the night.