You’ve got to make room.

Fall down. Pass out.

Become something else entirely.

Move forward.

Move on.

Realize for the first time

You were never really gone.

We just weren’t aware

That this feeling is there

Until it hit us in the face.

Icy cold breeze from no place…

Make room for you,

I’ll make room for you.

Bloody youth,

Bloody confusion.

I’ll make room for you.

I’m here for you

Just like I said I would be.

(edits for tense and person still needed)

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