Tried to clench my fist
But the grief is so cold against my fingers
I just mourn
Please don't leave here
I'm not ready
She told me that you're proud of me
But the cancer took you away from the family
Sure, I've accepted the fact that you're gone
But it's okay
It never gets easier
It's forcing me to see
It's like I never felt it before
Grief seemed so non existent
Now it's knocking at my door
It's got me tied
It's got me tied to the floor
All these blunts and bottles seemed gone forever
Now its knocking at my door
Please don't leave me
I'm not ready
See, the trouble is
You think you have time
You think you have time to waste
I'm sick of wasting time
I'm sick of wasting space
Got to do more with my life
Get the fuck out of this place