Forget about the hard times, work harder just keep pushing. Things are always knocking you down; my hand is here to hold you up. They're gone; you know I'm sorry; you didn't talk for two months.

I know you miss them you know you're all I've got left. Talk to me, you ll ink it on, but I ll stay awake, so you can lean a bit. I ll think about the hard times and work harder. Never stop caring. I finally found the one who can drag me when I can't see the end.

They're gone; you know I m sorry. You didn t talk for two months. I know you miss them; it s all over your face. Tell me I can leave. Tell me I can leave and you'll be breathing tomorrow.