| Every morning, when I rise I
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| Think about her, I open my eyes
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| When I look beside me
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| She’s still gone
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| And every day feels like the first
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| Little bit better, little bit worse
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| Like an old freight train
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| This pain keeps going on
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| They said «time will heal these wounds, I pray it will»
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| But lately it just seems to be standing still
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| She’s not here, it’s all I know
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| She couldn’t stay
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| And I’m still letting her go
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| We would laugh until we cried
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| Just sit silent, side by side
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| Never thought that I’d
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| Be alone
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| Now she’s gone, and gone for good
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| And I’m here thinking how I would’ve
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| Held on so much tighter
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| If I’d known
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| They said «time will heal these wounds, I pray it will»
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| But lately it just seems to be standing still
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| She’s not here, it’s all I know
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| She couldn’t stay
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| And I’m still letting her go
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| They said «time will heal these wounds, I pray it will»
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| Oh, but lately it just seems to be standing still
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| She’s not here, it’s all I know
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| She couldn’t stay
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| And I’m still letting her go
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| She couldn’t stay
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| And I’m still letting her go |