Losing you one night arose my severe pain,
but realizing it the morning after had me going down a drain.
You were gone for good and I couldn't get it through my brain.
On my back, I carried a chain;
I couldn't see the sunshine because my eyes were full of rain
I would've rather been ran over by a train
or been cut through my heart with a blade.
I couldn't see my path lane;
The worst morning after your death was my bane.