• All the things we’ve done for you
    All the things we’ve said.
    Yet God says you won’t make it through.
    It makes my gaze turn red.

    What did you do to deserve this fate?
    What crimes have you committed?
    I guess there’s nothing I can do.
    It’d be best if I submitted.

    It’s hard to face this tragedy.
    I can’t deal with this loss.
    They tell me to move on with life.
    Well who made them the boss?

    They can’t tell me how to grieve
    Can’t tell me how to deal.
    And still the thought of loosing you…
    I can’t tell you how I feel.

    I must sound like a wimp to you
    A miserable little fool.
    I really don’t care what you think
    If I did than it’d be cruel.

    There’s not much else to say about this,
    and I’m afraid that I might cry.
    But when I need to think of you
    I’ll just look up to the sky.