My Stomach wrenches.
My tears build up.
This hollow feeling fills,
And I know you hate to see me like this.
You'd never want anyone to feel this,
not your friends,
not your family,
not your enemies, not like you had any.
You would always be the one to console,
to hold our heads high,
the one who be with it through it all.
But now, you're gone.
And we learn by ourselves to console ourselves,
to hold our own heads up high,
be with each other through it all.
But still my stomach wrenches,
and still my tears build up,
and still this hollow feeling fills,
and still I know you'll be with us through it all.