My soul is crushed, i curse the day that you were taken away.
I sit and think, can't sleep a wink, I work, i eat, i pray...
The feeling that i have inside, it makes me sick and weak:
I hold on strong, try not to cry, but have layed here for a week.
I wish that i could of said goodbye, i wish that we could speak,
I regret every fight and lie, i regret every drink