To live without air
To sing without a voice...
Don't think of her as gone away
Her journey's just begun...
Crippled tears run,
Sharply down her cheeks...
Angel angel from above,
angel angel send me love...
God I know I am not supposed to doubt you.
Instead...
Dad, what's it like
to live in the sky...
She's sitting in forgotten rooms,
remembering word by word...
I smile to let you know I am okay
But the truth is I'm not...
They told me I was chronically ill,
my life would consist of taking handfuls of pills...
I wrote a song
for you to sing along...
Going through a life, living a lie
Not yet ready, to say goodbye...
So small, to have grown to be so big. You have the...
Butterfly...