Old Gray - Everything Is In Your Hands

Painting broad strokes of black brings blood down my head.
I can't handle anymore phone calls telling me another friend is dead.

I miss your laugh and I miss your smile.
It'd be nice to hear from you every once in a while but you're gone.

I will never be able to ask how you've been
Or where you or or how could I lose another friend?
I tried to destroy me too.
Hell only knows what I've been through.

So I left my regrets at the foot of my bed
And I promised when I'm older, I wouldn't forget
How to cut myself open just to rinse myself clean again.
Your death hangs over my every move.
Everything is a constant reminder of you.
So you haunt me, so that I can haunt you too.

I can haunt you too if you want me too.