Its the Easter weekend
And I can only think of you
Its almost a year ago
That you sat on that couch and looked so sick
But you never showed how you felt inside
You were feeling so happy and so well on that Friday
It must have been a joy to get out of hospital
I will never forget that day
So how is it that you were so sick in the days after that?
You had to go back to hospital
I knew the end must be getting pretty close
But you died that week, it was too soon
I feel like I never got to say goodbye
They told us you still had a couple of weeks to live
I wasnt ready, you werent supposed to give up that fast
You were the one who was supposed to keep holding on forever. I miss you.
