Each night falls as I lay there
with a hole in my heart not to be filled
the sweet voice that once rang in my ears
will ring no more for me but for another
so lonely I lay and I ponder
no longer am I needed
I am past my due, out in the cold
a victim of love, hopeless and alone
standing out on a stormy night
in the middle of a deserted street
I fall to my knees and stare at the sky
and cry to the heavens
"this is the end of me"
no song to be sung,
no speech to be giving
a lonely funeral that only I attended
and on my stone
written in red
*I was the man that never gave up
but in time I paid the price
this was the end of me