You told me, "it's hard to see, but you'll never be alone."
You held my hand and said, "it's OK to cry."
I just can't keep this all inside.
I'm struggling to find each breath and these holes in my chest - they don't help.
That night, you fell asleep alone.
Our home would never feel the same.
I heard you crying from across the hallway, so tonight I'll sleep on your floor.
I can barely stomach this.
With both lungs full of air, I've got these highway lines to keep me occupied.
But you'll always be in the back of my mind and in the front of my heart.
You held my hand and said, "it's OK to cry."
I just can't keep this all inside.
I'm struggling to find each breath and these holes in my chest - they don't help.
That night, you fell asleep alone.
Our home would never feel the same.
I heard you crying from across the hallway, so tonight I'll sleep on your floor.
I can barely stomach this.
With both lungs full of air, I've got these highway lines to keep me occupied.
But you'll always be in the back of my mind and in the front of my heart.