I think that I have learned to leash my anger
I know that I have learned to stem my pain
But I don't know if I'll ever dull the sorrow
Of knowing that I won't see you again.
My friends tell me that I'll forget,
That the memories of you will dull with time
They set me up with dates with other ladies,
But they don't compare to you within my mind.
My music used to give me such great pleasure
Now those pleasant chords seem somehow black
The songs that you once loved just seem to mock me
Telling me I'll never get you back.
The little moods you used to cheer me out of
Now fester like a cancer in my soul
And the sympathy I get from other people
Grates upon my nerves and leaves me cold.
I stood beside your bed and watched you suffer
I cried beside your grave when you were gone
I don't know how they expect me to be happy
When it's all that I can do to carry on. . .