It's been a year since you've been gone
By now you'd think that I'd moved on
But I'm still not ready for goodbye.
I still dream of it at night
Of screeching tires and bright headlights
But I still have yet to cry.
You know I see you everywhere
Anywhere I go, I feel you there
I just keep asking myself why.
Why, instead of touching your face
Am I tracing letters on a stone?
Why, even though I was with you
Did you have to die alone?
And even though you're in a better place
Why can't I see your face?
How can this nightmare be true?
Why wasn't it me instead of you?