You Were Loved That Much
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
I remember things from long ago
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
My Auntie called me today leaving a voicemail, Helen call me back when you get this. Auntie never calls. Auntie
I keep trying to capture the good moments but they are constantly slipping away from me I keep trying to