Vash
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

I'll live a thousand years
I've cried a thousand times
I've saved a thousand lives
And I've taken one too
I'm not going to lie
About how I break down and cry
And wish you were here
Just for your willing ear
But your not
So I've come to live with that truth
And now it doesn't hurt
But your words still do
Your last words were
Vash take care of Knives
And I can't
And know I'm angry
But I'm not angry at you
I'm angry at him
Because I'm just carrying out your wishes
And he won't let me