I wish I could say it's going to get better
With a clear conscience
I wish I could make those empty claims
You hear again and again
But fill them up
With something tangible
And real
Something that meant anything would change
I wish I could grab your hand
And wipe your eyes
And say softly
"I've read the last page of our story
And guess what?
We get a happily ever after"
But I don't know the ending
And I don't know how long we've got until then
And I don't know if it's happy or tragic
But what I do know
Is that in this moment
There are more people than you know
Who love you
And I'm one of them
So when I tell you
It's going to get better or
We'll make it through this
Don't listen to what I'm saying
Hear what I mean
Because when I make those empty claims
That you hear again and again
What I mean is I love you
And that's very real
And maybe that means that things can change
But even if they can't
I love you
And that won't either