I’ve seen you in dresses, I’ve seen you in sweatshirts
Every picture reminds me that death hurts.
I loved the sweep of your hair, the curve of your smile
Getting by without you is more than a trial.
You couldn’t stand the pain, you couldn’t take the fall
So you saved yourself by leaving us all.
I’ll miss you today, I’ll miss you tomorrow
But I won’t let myself be overcome with sorrow.