• My memories of her haunt me at night.
    Showing me pictures of the past.
    I drink and the memories subside but I know it will never last.
    I'll cry myself to sleep and slip into the abyss.
    She was everything I loved and everything I'll miss.
    My heart it torn in two now and I'm afraid that it always will,
    for not until I breath my last that these memories will lay still.
    So now as I walk with wiskey at hand along the sandy shore.
    I'll drink the bottles one-by-one until my time is nomore.