And its this late at night that it hits me the most
I wont ever see you again, well maybe your ghost.
I hope when I look upon your watch
Thats when you look down and catch a glimpse of the person I've come to be
A person that at a quick glance could be mistaken for you
I know that the disease ate your mind up so quickly that all you remember was my faults
But I hope when you look down on me now your proud of your only granddaughter because I've become proud to say you're my angel.
And its this late at night that it hits me the most
I wont ever see you again, well maybe your ghost