It was 93 when My Girl passed away,My life was a mess i started to decay.
She was on the floor crying in pain,so i thought with the knife in my hand ''Should i end my life and cut this vein''
She needed my help but there was no chance,I was stuck on the spot in a shocked stance.

Its been 8 years drowning my life away with beers,Every night i think of her holding back those tears.
I speak with her in my dreams and see her in my nightmares,Trying to get her attention with my signal flares.
I know shes watching me so my girl i love you alot,RIP our baby that missed the chance to lie down in your cot.