Afterlife

Speaking in past tense

Splitting up dashes

Into the new year

What can I do here?

Where was my warning

Early that morning?

Wish I had seen it

I wish I could be her

If grief is a part of love

Then I'll love no more, I've had enough

I cannot watch my mother cry

I cannot find the afterlife

I'm not as sure as I used to be

That I'm not afraid of the end of me

I'll live and die this way

It's never the right time

A spiraling pipeline

Up in my bedroom

I can still hear you

It's one of those things you

Know but don't want to

Truth is, I'm screaming

Still hoping I'm dreaming

If grief is a part of love

Then I'll love no more, I've had enough

I cannot watch my mother cry

I cannot find the afterlife

I'm not as sure as I used to be

That I'm not afraid of the end of me

I'll live and die this way

If grief is a part of love

Then I'll love no more, I've had enough

I cannot watch my mother cry

I cannot find the afterlife

I'm not as sure as I used to be

That I'm not afraid of the end of me

I'll live and die this way

I'll live and die this way