The whiskey bottle's almost empty

 as well as the pack of smokes

 Been awake for several days now,

 haunted by the memories



 My heart has become colder than this room,

 long time since I felt joy or happiness

 All of the roses you planted have lost

 their touch and faded away



 Thinking back on the good times we had,

 when we would laugh

 The wind blew in your hair as we

 drove across the country



 Not even all of the world's whores

 can satisfy me anymore

 I've lost the spark and light,

 nothing to hold close to my heart



 I keep staring at the chromed .45,

 lying on the living room table

 A moment of silence...