a tear sliding on a cheek
you're not here and I'm still shaking
it has been a month
it has been a week
my chest, heavy as a rock
another attempt to breathe
inhale, exhale
tick, tock
salt water runs underneath
lips are dry and eyes wide open
can't seem to find a relief
words
they should always be spoken
if you want the world to believe
it's four o'clock in the night
and in the distance
you can hear the angels cry
this time i will make it right
all I need is one more try
