Seven a.m. waking up to fast hits the alarm cause it reminds Her that
The sheets are colder, than when He would hold her
Worn out words and wasted time has Her perfect world broken, torn, and tired
She knows its not a way to live, when sorry has nothing more to give
It gets harder every night, Itll get easier in time
Stronger, facing the wind as it blows her
And every moments gets
Closer, to who she will be
She may not be there yet, but everyday she gets
Letting go never seems to start but before long she notices her heart dont heart like it did
Each minute is medicine.
Shes cut her hair, cut her ties with the times before they held to tight
Lifes to short not to breathe or wondering if therell ever be peace.
Shes picking up things that, She forgot She had.
Aint stopping, Aint dropping, any little thing that shes ever wanted
Keeps running and soon shell be