Warm breath on the back of your neck,
You turn around and see the one you love,
Long wavy black hair,
A smile he loves to share,
He laughs his joyful laugh,
He his a possesion that you must have.
But you already do, and that you know.
His love for you, he already shows.
Be it a song on his guitar,
Or a word from his heart.
You knew ever since he fell,
And your love's story, you could never tell.
He died to protect you,
From the guys, that threw your things askew.
You were rolled out into the van,
And you muttered your last words to the policeman,
"Where's Eric?"