What is it in me that refuses to leave
what is it in me that makes me believe
why cant i bury this feeling
why cant i grieve
maybe i could have done something more
maybe i should have been faster
i now hold my face in my hands as i drop to the floor
as much as i want to let it out
i cant i cant cry
i feel as though i should have done more
i could have done more
theres never a easy way
your never prepared for that day
there is one person who gets me through
and that person is you
you believe in me
you forget the bad and believe the good
all i can say is thank you
