Disclaimer: I own neither Charmed nor this song

Summary: Chris's good bye

45 Shinedown

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

I'm here to do the impossible save the world from the greatest magical being that ever existed. I try to play the good little whitelighter and still wear a mask of armor. They have no idea my heart is breaking even more so every minute I'm away from you.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

I'm living a false life in a past world. I look around this sunny bright world and can't help but think this should be ours.

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight

I keep going day in day out never really living just trying to make it to the next day without you. The truth is I feel guilty because I'm in a free world and you're not.


What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

Walking down the street I see someone with brown hair past their shoulders and turn them around but its only a stranger and my heart breaks a little more...its always just a stranger.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

Sometimes at night I take a walk in the Underworld hoping maybe you are there and the next day when a demon attacks I have to see its face before I let it get vanquished. I know it's not pratical but my heart still hopes.

Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe


Something goes wrong and who do they blame...me. I'll admit sometimes it's my fault but only because I get sloppy trying to do so much in so little time. They don't realize that if they help me I'll be gone, gone back to you.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

I will step through that portal and make it back to you. But there's one problem...the portal only goes backwards in time. As much as I hate to admit it I don't know how to get back to you, Bianca. It may even be impossible but then again a witch/whitelighter and a Phoenix was impossible too.