Somdays...
aren't yours at all.
They come and go as if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours...
That day was today.
I see him tomorrow.
I haven't seen him in so long.
I can't believe I still love him,
after everything...
I still love him.
What the heck is wrong with me?
I don't know what will happen....but I can imagine some pretty heavy tear drops are going to come crashing down on my arms while I'm holding on to dear life the only person that keeps me sane, my little O'Malley.
I'm scared to do this.
I'm afraid to hurt like this again.
Afraid it won't be the end.
Afraid it will.
I still don't know how I've done all this alone for so long. It bewilders me.
My son is everything to me.
His father was everything to me until we made my little boy.
It will never be reversed back.
But he was still there in the first place.
How do I let go of the father of such an amazing and wonderful son?
A son that looks JUST LIKE HIM.
I see him everyday.
He has his fathers eyes.
It is constantly thrown in my face.
There is no escaping that fact.
And he does have some beautiful eyes.
Like glaciers reflecting the moon in the night sky.
Just like his fathers.
Oh Lord, what do I do now?
Same thing I have been I guess.
Living.
They come and go as if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours...
That day was today.
I see him tomorrow.
I haven't seen him in so long.
I can't believe I still love him,
after everything...
I still love him.
What the heck is wrong with me?
I don't know what will happen....but I can imagine some pretty heavy tear drops are going to come crashing down on my arms while I'm holding on to dear life the only person that keeps me sane, my little O'Malley.
I'm scared to do this.
I'm afraid to hurt like this again.
Afraid it won't be the end.
Afraid it will.
I still don't know how I've done all this alone for so long. It bewilders me.
My son is everything to me.
His father was everything to me until we made my little boy.
It will never be reversed back.
But he was still there in the first place.
How do I let go of the father of such an amazing and wonderful son?
A son that looks JUST LIKE HIM.
I see him everyday.
He has his fathers eyes.
It is constantly thrown in my face.
There is no escaping that fact.
And he does have some beautiful eyes.
Like glaciers reflecting the moon in the night sky.
Just like his fathers.
Oh Lord, what do I do now?
Same thing I have been I guess.
Living.