Like a child coping with loss
I can't wrap my mind around how much time I've lost
I've never felt so alone

I don't think this pain will ever leave
Willing to bleed for those who wouldn't lift a finger for me
Staring at the boxes your things were packed in

Remembering how things were back then
Holding your hands in that hospital bed
Hearing the trumpets as you became a memory in my head

This won't be the end of me, it will be the beginning, you see
You be the paper and I'll be the pen, maybe on these lines we'll be together again