The day grows long the hour's cold
You're taken away, but not that old
Can't understand the reason why
We were forced to say goodbye
Goodbye
Now i can't believe it, yet i could foresee it
An empty bottle and a wasted life
Now that i've seen it, i still can't believe it
The pain it stabs me like a rusted knife
I often sit alone a night
And question myself how to do this right
I feel you watching down on me
Give me a sign to make me see
I can't believe that i would be the one to ask
How could you leave in such a careless way
All of the things i never got to say
Will die along with me eventually one day
...and waste away
Wasted life and an empty bottle
Wasted life and an empty bottle