Armored Saint
"Upon My Departure"

When the final bell is rungAnd the game's declared overWe speak the words goodbyeAnd I know it's foreverAn empty pit inside my chestWas more than a small clueNo you'll never see me againSomething I gotta get used toBut you left much behindSome peace and vital signsFood for a busy mindAnd souvenirs to hold tight
Just a passenger on your jetlinerCrashing to the groundBut the impact doesn't make a sound

Well a lesson to be learnedFrom your departure Funny thing but when you went awayI lost part of my cureAnd now I'm searching hardUnderneath every cardHoping with best regardsYou'll bail me out of this dream state
Oh but what I feelUnfortunately is realFeeling the sting of painNot a damn thing can erase the stain