Misha White - Footsteps

i sit in my room
where i sit and dwell
i sit there all so quiet
when i just want to yell

i sit there with my thoughts,
going around in my head,
why has she gone lord?
why is she dead?

i sit there on my own
threw the dark black night
and i try so hard
to put up a fight

it usually works to hold back my tears
but i still cant face it, even after so many years.
this time it hasnt worked, to hold them back.
i know i should forget and get myself on track

but ive tryed and i cant.
theese feelings need to stop,
but oh look there falls another teardrop
now im sitting here with pills in one hand, and your photo in the other
this is it now, im following your footsteps mother...

Misha White

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