gone away
Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal it's so unfair
And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away
Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and Hail Mary's
Can't bring back what's taken from me
I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would
And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it stings
Yeah it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you've gone away
I hate it when for a moment you forgot something took place and for a minute you lose yourself and feel nothing but bliss, then suddenly someone pulls you out of your little happy world and throws it in your face. Man. there is this one thing that is my first waking thought, it is the last thing i think about as i fall asleep, it haunts my dreams, and calls attention in class or when i am driving. Sometimes it is nice to forget but then you remember or someone/something reminds you and it hurts all over again. It is a vicious cycle.
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal it's so unfair
And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away
Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and Hail Mary's
Can't bring back what's taken from me
I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would
And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it stings
Yeah it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you've gone away
I hate it when for a moment you forgot something took place and for a minute you lose yourself and feel nothing but bliss, then suddenly someone pulls you out of your little happy world and throws it in your face. Man. there is this one thing that is my first waking thought, it is the last thing i think about as i fall asleep, it haunts my dreams, and calls attention in class or when i am driving. Sometimes it is nice to forget but then you remember or someone/something reminds you and it hurts all over again. It is a vicious cycle.