loved, lost,
beaten, tossed

that's when it started:
the night you departed

my heart turned cold -
no one left to hold

no sign of a soul
barely, at all

holding on to the last
intake of our past

together it was always you and me
but now instead it is my melody

torn, broken,
confused, have not spoken

these words have told
the meaning my heart holds

so when you return, do not forget
it is this which I regret

as I hold the gun,
I smile... you're the one

pulled the trigger, shooting
I'm lost, killed, losing

so kill me with your kiss,
the one that I so much miss

I'm dead,
I'm gone.
the floor - red

"You're the one."