There's a girl I know,
Who's mama's no more
Wasn't a good friend of her's
But I still shed some tears.
The loss of a loved one,An anchor for your heart
It kept u afloat as long as remember
And when this anchor's broken, or crumbling in the dark
You drift away and your alone at sea
Where Time's a measure of our memories.
Only these we have when its time to leave.
For every memory; we shed a tear,
Brave a smile, We've faced our fear.
With every tear; we try to fight,
To tame the lump with all our might.
Throat all blocked and unable to breathe
We choke back on our memories.
And so i pray, selfishly and cowardly;
Please let me be the first to die,
Before all the people that matter to me,
So I wont have to mourn them, so I wont have to cry.
