It's hard

It's hard to face the truth now.
It's hard to move on.
It's hard to face each morning,
with the fact that you are gone.

It's hard to get up now
and go on with my day.
Pretending like i just don't care
that today you went away.

It's hard to remember your smile
and the way you held my hand.
I just can't let you go that quick.
Why can't you understand?

So don't ask me to forget your face,
your eyes, your lips, your hair.
I know you said, "Get over it."
But i can't, and i don't care.