last times

As this world fades and my eyes go black,
All I will think of is your face.
When my lips turn blue,
and my body goes limp,
I will think of all the times we talked.
I will go back to the day in the cemetery,
the day I was really flying.
When I take my last breath,
I will think of your smells.
My heart will pump it's last bit of blood, and I will think of the times you made me smile.
As this world fades and my eyes go black,
I will regret leaving you alone,
in the dark.