That's ok...

Your bed is still unmade,
Your clothes are still in the hamper,
You still didn’t clean off your dresser like I told you to,
That’s ok…

I still see the outline from where your body used to lay in the bed.
It’s like the bed is waiting for you to return.
But you won’t
For some reason life was just too much for you to handle.
I guess you couldn’t fight anymore.
That’s ok…

You probably weren’t thinking about your dad and me,
When you pulled the trigger on the gun.
But I feel as though you are still here.
That’s ok

Your bed is unmade,
Your clothes in the hamper,
Your dresser still unclean,
That’s ok…