Watching you go is slowly killing me inside To see the pain you suffer, it just isn't right I find myself crying though you're still here. One day you won't be, and that's my greatest fear.
So I soak up the moments I still have with you. And regret the ones I lost when I had better things to do. I know there are things I can never make up for, And still somewhere inside you loved me all the more
This only makes it harder to accept that you'll be gone. How am I supposed to get up and keep moving on? You've been here my entire life in many memories. One day I'll make new ones and you won't be with me.
When I have a question, where do I run too? For all of these years, that person's been you. When I have a fear, who will chase it away? I'm shrinking by the minute, dying by the day.
How many I love you's can I fit in before you go?
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