Tomorrow comes, sorrow becomes its' soulmate
So I'm going to say this now. Before I wasn't sure if it felt right to say it.
I still can't accept it, but tomorrow I'm going to have no choice.
Maybe I'll explain more at some point, maybe I wont- I want you to respect my choice.
I'm listening to James Blunt.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
It's just so true about me, about everything. Especially about me.
Tomorrow I'm going to bury my friend, my more than friend. Matthew was younger than me, 19, and a way better person than me.
I'm crying now as I write this. And I'm relieved, because I haven't had a chance. I'll maybe explain that someday.
And tomorrow we have to truly accept it. I'll never bury him. He's always just below the surface.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
I still can't accept it, but tomorrow I'm going to have no choice.
Maybe I'll explain more at some point, maybe I wont- I want you to respect my choice.
I'm listening to James Blunt.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
It's just so true about me, about everything. Especially about me.
Tomorrow I'm going to bury my friend, my more than friend. Matthew was younger than me, 19, and a way better person than me.
I'm crying now as I write this. And I'm relieved, because I haven't had a chance. I'll maybe explain that someday.
And tomorrow we have to truly accept it. I'll never bury him. He's always just below the surface.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.