I hope you believed in heaven, I started to for you.
My body's been a mess for you, you shouldn't have left.
I didn't believe in God before but I want to start for you, but at the same time I really can't.
No one deserved that, especially not you, you were an angel.
I can still smell you on your pillow, but not for long. I don't want the smell of fabric softener and teenage years to go away.
But I know it will and in years all I will have is a pillow that was once yours with thousands of invisible tear stains.
Tradedy and death renders me a pathetic mess
I didn't believe in God before but I want to start for you, but at the same time I really can't.
No one deserved that, especially not you, you were an angel.
I can still smell you on your pillow, but not for long. I don't want the smell of fabric softener and teenage years to go away.
But I know it will and in years all I will have is a pillow that was once yours with thousands of invisible tear stains.
Tradedy and death renders me a pathetic mess
