I only got
you in my stories
And you
know I tell them right
I remember
you and I, when I'm awake at night
So give it
up for fallen glory
I never got
to say goodbye
I wish I
could ask for just a bit more time
Just a bit more time, just a bit more time to say goodbye.
Every step
I take, you used to lead the way
Now I'm
terrified to face it on my own
You're not
there
To
celebrate the man that you made
You're not
there
To share in
my success and mistakes
Is it fair?
You'll
never know the person I'll be
You're not
there
With me
Who should I ask if I'm alright, if I'm doing the right thing. Is it fair that you don't know me anymore, don't know who I became and where I am.
Though I
know that you're not there
I still
write you all these post
It's like
you got the right to know what's going on
As I
struggle to remember how you used to look and sound
At times I
still think I can spot you in the crowd
Always thinking you just left for a moment, not my whole life. I can't even remember your smile or your laugh anymore and that breaks me everytime.
Time can
heal your wounds if you're strong and standing tall
I've been
doing all of that, it didn't help at all
They say,
"You'll grow older, and it'll get better still."
Yes, I will,
but no, it won't
They don't
get it, 'cause
You're not
there
Time doesn't heal anything.
You're not there.
You left me.
It just me now.
Alone.
Love always,
Margaret
