I wish you were still here,
but I'm kinda glad you're not,
you'd see the miserable excuse,
of a man I have become.
I love you so much,
I wish our hands were,
intertwined tightly,
your head on my chest.
I miss you, y'know?
You had all of my heart,
all of me, period you had,
it hurt like hell when you left.
You probably had to leave,
couldn't keep me in your life,
with all the family drama,
but I understand.
If you could have kept me you,
would have kept me,
but it doesn't stop the pain
of you not being here with me.
I miss you, y'know?
I love you.
I think Johnny Cash and I know a thing or two about everyone we know leaving us in the end...