They will never know the pain I feel inside
I never met her but she's always on my mind
I've never been able to bring myself to cry
They always ask me but I never know why
I'll never know what it would be like of she was alive
How much would change?
Would our love survive?
Am I the only one who feels alone inside?
How did this effect the others who cried?
I can remember sitting in the car that day
being the only one more then half alive
Watching the paramedics smash through the windows while I cried
The next thing I knew I was sitting in a hospital bed
Listening to the doctors talk
but not knowing what they said
A tray of needles was brought over to me
being stabbed into my arm
hurting terribly
I don't remember much of what happened after that
all I know is that I went home with my dad
Still to this day it's all bits and pieces to me
all I want to do is have my mom back,
its all I need
Still not able to get the image of her face out of my mind
I'll remember that day forever
being my first memories inside
Not knowing what to do
not knowing what to hide
Growing up its tough
knowing you never said "Goodbye"
