i remember how you used to hold me
how you told me not to be afraid
that there wasnt anything in the dark
when i would be sick you held me in your arms..
tell me that everything was gonna end better
the role has swiched
now i held you in my arms
now i tell you not to be afraid
now..i lie and tell you your going to be ok
but now im just lying to myself
tomorrow is your burial
i can remember how you told me not to do something
i would get mad at you
it pains me to know the last words i told my mother were..
"i hate you"
now i cant tell her im sorry
now i cant sleep
knowing your not coming back