Spent the last year
With your head down
When you're walking.

Spent the last year
Crying yourself to sleep.
Spent the mornings

Staring at the ceiling.
And this diary
Was the only friend you'd keep.


It's lonely when you wish it all was fiction.
It's lonely when you live life in the past.

It's lonely when you're wrapped up in those blankets.
And you wonder how
It happened all so fast.


You don't deserve this.
How can it be true.

You never hurt a soul.
Don't let this
Tear the soul right

Out of your.

This year you started living in the present.

Surrounded by
Your family and friends.
Appreciating all life's little glories.

Stopped thinking about
When it's going to end.


They tell you that
They think you're in remission
They tell you that

The outcome's looking good
You treat it with the up most suspicion.
Then it returns

Just like you knew it would.

You don't deserve this.

How can it be true.
You never hurt a soul.
Don't let this

Tear the soul right out of you.

Thirty years of living now it's over.

Standing at your gravestone in the rain.
I brought you some of your favorite flowers.
You broke away from living with the pain.


She only asked me one more question.
Only one thing left to do.

She said
Live your life to the fullest
From me, with love, to you.