11.One Second Late
Sun rises on another gloomy day. Again I'm dressed in black,
it's not healthy to feel this way. Constant fear running through
my head. Dreams turn to nightmares I wake in a pool of tears.
And everyday I feel I'm losing you. Please wait. (So I hold it
inside and I will not let you go now.) I'm not ready to say
goodbye now. Please stay. You're slipping through my fingers
again. I watch another frail piece of you wither away.
I try to sleep. Is this only a dream？ I pray this is only a
dream. I pray this is only a dream. Is this the part where we
say goodbye？ I'll try to hold it in. It's just so hard.
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