I sit here waiting
For someone who'll never come
My heart is empty
~
He was a genius
A consulting detective
That was his title
~
He knew everything
Well, thought he did, anyway
Swaggering about
~
He was infuriating
Arrogant, full of himself
Why do I miss him?
~
He made me feel small
But underneath, he was good
To those he cared for
~
Only I knew him
He was no murderer
No one believes me
~
A false confession
It must have been; he'd never
Have killed anyone
~
He was my friend
I'll always believe in him
I'll never forget
~
Though I must accept
Sherlock is gone forever
Goodbye, my old friend
