I thought I could
But I still couldn't
Everytime I see someone else's
I remember mine...
I just want to cry..
But I can't..I gotta move on
I gotta try
Sometimes it feels like it was all just a dream
But sometimes I can't help but think
What would it be like if he was here with us
Why of all people, did god choose us?
Maybe I know why..but maybe I don't..
I just wish..I don't know what to wish for....
I don't remember what he looks like..
Is that good? or is it bad?
Seeing his things..what would've been his things
His room...we painted it blue
Is this life real?
Is all that has happened real?
Did I really lose my son?