I wonder how it would be if my mother was still around
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The types of talk
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The relationships we could have had
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The three of us
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Me, you and Dad
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My mouth went dry
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My stomach felt queasy too
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So empty and scared
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It's all because of you
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A dead body that turned out not to be dead
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No one understands
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Wish I really knew what happened to my mom
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Because my family they told me nothing but lies
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They figured if they just told me the truth
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I'd break down and cry
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Feel betrayed and hurt
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Profoundly insecure
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Want to knock ten times on heaven's door
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Still suffering from old emotional wounds
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I was getting worse
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Can't depend on them and their lies
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Why did see leave?
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How did she die?
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And when it gets colder outside
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I'll be back next year
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With that feeling to make me cry
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Wanna go visit her grave
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Because it's been a long, long time
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Want to pick a peach rose
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And rest it on its side
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Say a prayer eventhough I don't believe
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And say goodbye
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Don't get me wrong
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I have a mind to keep me strong
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But there's this feeling of not knowing what went wrong
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And how she's dead and gone
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Don't think anyone thinks
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Of you as much as I do
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How It Would Be
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| Life Of Agony |
