When your smile becomes the reason I breathe, and your eyes become the motive to see, but if it's better for your health, to say that love; it lives in someone else, then all that I can say, all that I can say, is shes my last request everything else is suddenly taken over, and I'm my own regret, and all that I wanted is out of my hands, your thoughts of war, religion, and love are the things that I recall when you're gone, and now I'm left without a clue of where I stood in line when I lost you......