Today was her birthday and I did not cry
Time creeps then leaps by the blink of an eye
Two years of tears, now suddenly dry
And alone, staring at her empty side of the bed
Replaying those last words that I said
On repeat; goodnight, goodnight
Again I whisper, to the dark until the light
Breaks through the day and the fog in my head
Finally the tears come; she's gone, she's dead