Let this be our final fair well   with swollen lungs and blood shot eyes   the music fades and you slowly die   your bodies failings, my heart is so numb   you didn’t have to go this way,   I refuse to watch you die this way      spending your last moments gazing upon   the lights of this town   reminiscing of time’s once past   your memory will forever last   and I, can’t help but think I never tried   can I try      this will be our final fair well   I will wage my war against    an ocean of a contagious bronze   a battle with the bottle,    a battle I cannot hope to win   this is our final fair well      your heart decays with every beat   the music is dead, my heart is at my feet   this hole in my chest is filling with defeat   but I will suppress, I will remain strong   cause it’s the thought of you that keeps me holding on