Isn't it ironic?
You lost your life at the same month you gave mine.
30 long years of you and me
Now, almost a year has passed of just "me".
I can't describe the feeling,
Everyday I'm just surviving.
I am alive, and breathing,
But everything is fleeting.
I know time will heal.
I also know we had a deal.
Just let me write this rhyme.
To give myself more time.