How high I must have been, to not hear you cry.
I'm sorry to not have been, by your side.
All I feal now, is pain, deep inside.
When you needed me I was nowhere in sight.
Thought money could fix it, although I wasn't right.
Now I'm trying to listen, but time has passed by.
I was at your bedside and had to say goodbye.
To be honest, I don't feel alright.
How could my addiction be more important than your life.
I'm sick to my stomach and I'm tired of this lie.
I hope that one day you could forgive me, and watch over me from the sky.
I truly miss you, that comes at no surprise.
Forever crying at my mother's demise.
©justamind
J