| I haven’t felt the same since you died |
| But I still I say that I’m doing fine |
| And maybe it’s coincidental |
| Why do I feel so temperamental? |
| I put on a brave face |
| And pretend I’m okay |
| I’m wearing a mask |
| But beneath I’m afraid |
| Under the pressure |
| I bend and I break |
| I think back and it feels like a dream |
| The room and the paintings |
| The boat on the stream |
| Your voice and your smile |
| On repeat in my brain |
| And I know now you’re in a better place |
| At least you’re no longer in pain |
| As weeks turn to months |
| The questions revealing |
| Did I know you enough |
| To justify how I’m feeling? |
| I didn’t know you that well |
| But it hurts now you’re gone |
| Did I know you enough |
| To write your name in a song? |
| I didn’t know you that well |
| But it hurts now you’re gone |
| Did I know you enough |
| To write your name in a song? |
| Is it all just a front? |
| Of how I’ve taught myself |
| A way of dealing with grief |
| And death itself |
| And death itself |
| I think back and it feels like a dream |
| The room and the paintings |
| The boat on the stream |
| Your voice and your smile |
| On repeat in my brain |
| And I know now you’re in a better place |
| At least you’re no longer in pain |
| I wrote this for you |
| Even though you’ll never see |
| I wish I could explain |
| Your impact on me |
| Mum, I love you |
| And I hope you’re okay |
| I tried to find the words |
| But didn’t know what to say |
| Mum, I love you |
| And I hope you’re okay |
| I wish I could take |
| All of the pain away |