She was the source of his happiness,
And the reason behind his death.
She was why he woke up in the morning;
Reason he won't wake up tomorrow.
Her betrayal was her biggest regret;
The last one he'll ever come to see.

I remember the day I read his goodbye;
It was the start of my depression.
I don't think I'll ever get over his death,
And he might become the cause of mine.
I can't think of what we could've been;
I would've loved him like he should've been…