Champagne

On metal cold tracks,
Rusted over years,
Hold the glass of champagne high,
I bid to my death, Cheers,
If one day you find me,
Torn to shreds,
You'll know for once,
What was going on in my head.
I lay on the tracks,
So afraid of the night,
I'm laying down my life,
Because I was never here to fight.
Only to save you,
But not matter what I wished,
I couldn't save your life,
You ran away from the pain,
Leving heartache in your wake,
Did you know what you were doing to me?
Murderer.
This is my note.
You're killing me.
There's not taking what you did back.
Hold your glass of champagne high,
I'm laying on the tracks,
I love you, murderer, Goodbye.