You tell me not to dwell on it...
as time passes it will all get better...
so I sit here and wait.
I wait for a long time before i realize
that it's never getting better.
I'm stuck here,
alone.
Each song that plays seems sad,
even if it's meant to be happy...
You're gone now...
I went to your house today.
When I noticed no one was home
I sat on your step and cried...
I really am starting to miss you...
You promised me you'd never leave me...
But now, I'm sitting here alone
in this big old house
wondering what happened
to the big brother
I used to know...
It's been three months now...
You still stop by now and then...
We still go shooting sometimes on the weekends...
but it's not the same...
Nothing will ever bring back
any of the good times...
the fights that wounded us,
the laughs that made us cry...
and the one who brought us together again
seven months ago.
I wish you wouldn't have told me
it would get better...
That's what seems to hurt the most.