Last week, I lost you, and now I'm ripping at my flesh.
Last week, I lost you, and now I'm swimming in regret.

I didn't want to loose you.
I wasn't ready for this pain.
I didn't want to say goodbye.
I wish, your life, I could have saved.

I remember when you told me.
How you cried a river's flow.
I remember how you took the knife,
and cut almost to your bones.

You told me, on that Monday, that you'll love me for eternity.
You told me, on that Tuesday, that some goodbyes weren't forever.
I told you, on that Monday, that I'd be with you always.
But by your face, on that Tuesday, I should have known you were telling me goodbye forever.

I got the call, on that Wednesday, that your soul had slipped away.
I got that call, on that Wednesday, that you had hung yourself to lay.
I was told, on that Thursday, that the funeral was Saturday.
I told them, on that Friday, I couldn't bare to go.

I remember, the day I met you, the day we won.
We won a friend, the day we met, that we both claimed forever.
Now your gone, on this day, and I can't stand regret.
Now your gone, on this day, and I just want to rest
eternally - forever - always.