It’s ‘05,
I’m sitting here with tear drops in both eyes,
Black suit on, and my bow tie,
You’ve taught me a few words not goodbye,
I’m tongue tied,
They turn over your photos,
You look down,
Sad songs and flowers and grey skies,
No dry eye,
Your pure love touched every life,
I’ll try to love, all though I cry,
I’ll try to be to the world what you were to me,
I hope they see you,
When they look at me,
I want the world to hear you,
I know you’ve got to go,
But promise me you’ll be here,
Promise me when I think about you,
That you’ll be thinking about me,
Even in our separate ways,
Promise me you’ll be safe,
Promise me that I’ll be good with you,
Cus’ living ain’t a thing when I’m without you,
So promise me
