Tears dropping in blue
In loving memory of you
Pictures and memories are the last to go
It seems I'm always the last to know
I wont just throw everything away

With this gun upon my head,
I'll meet you in the end, my friend.
I swear upon every tear
I've spent crying these past few years.
I'm no longer overcome with fear

Wake up in the same old bed.
The same old sheets, and torn threads.
Remembering all the words you ever said
Replaying over and over,
Inside my head.

With this gun upon my head,
I'll meet you in the end, my friend.
I swear upon every tear
I've spent crying these past few years.
I'm no longer overcome with fear

I said I would return for you, and I did.