i brought flowers to your grave, finally admitting you are dead. this time, i'm
saying goodbye with dignity. i can leave without regrets. i'm through tiptoeing
around defensiveness. i drove the nails in myself. but i can breathe clearly,
and my eyes can focus. sometimes death brings relief.
saying goodbye with dignity. i can leave without regrets. i'm through tiptoeing
around defensiveness. i drove the nails in myself. but i can breathe clearly,
and my eyes can focus. sometimes death brings relief.