Never
I have a lot of photographs
but i never got to hear your laugh
though i never got to see
all the things you had to go through
i still cant help these tears that fall
each and every day for you
I never got to say good-bye
I never got to see your eyes
I never got to see what you mighy've mean to me
never even seen you cry
never knew what you were like
and i never got to say that i love you so
I never got to be your friend
i never got to hold your hand
i sit alone in this empty room
trying to see what was never there
i guess I'll never know because
you never lived to see the end
and now i stand in this dark room wondering...
i just keep wondering
why things had to be like this drowning in my unanswered questions
I'll just have to imagine this
the way they might have been
should've been, could've been
would've been
But never will be
I love you Granny R.I.P
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