If grief could kill
I’d have died with you
If grief could kill
I’d be in your shoes
If bargaining helped
I’d plead my case
That you’re far too precious
To ever replace
If holding someone else
Felt at all the same
I’d hold everyone
And call them your name
But it’s not the same
And it’s still too soon
And I’ll never love them
Like I loved you
So if grief could kill me
I’d lay down and die
But I’ve already felt it
A thousand times…
So I guess I’ll stand up
And face the day down
But when night comes
that wave comes
And again I will drown.
Because every night
I can’t pretend
It’s like your father’s call,
and you’re dying again.
Day One Again (Losing Kevin)
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