She Sat by his Side.
At the edge of his Bed...

Staring in the mirror.
Watching myself cry...

Im dead.
But i have no grave...

Whats the point in me being here.
If i cant touch you, love you, be with you...

Please don't suffer because of me.
Dry all the tears in your eyes...

It's my weakness, i wont lie.
I always seem to cry, when you shout...

Mother ill be fine.
I promise i'm okay...

Lifes too short to live in the past.
but you don't have to grow up too fast...

I know it so well..
i sing it in my sleep...

I wish you were a stranger.
That i could look straight through and feel...