Was there truly nothing i could do?
Her own flesh and blood, her daughter, there has to have been something.
For months i just sat there watching death approach.
I never acted, never asked a question.
the blame falls to me i didn't do enough for her.
I didn't ask her to stay, never did i try to make her fight... now its too late...
Her own daughter... didn't do a thing
so it was cancer.. she beat it before
It was my job to help her stay positive
so much that as her daughter i should of done.
things could of, no! would've been better
Her death didn't need to have happened
I was too weak.. I am to blame
Now i pay for it with this endless agony
The days lost
time isn't a concept i recognize now
it just replays over and over
How in her time of need i didnt do a thing
