This Note

The note's words are blurry from several years passed by
But I still remember what it read and it still makes me want to cry
It was a poem written for me, I remember how you read
The single piece of loose-leaf paper, saying exactly what it said
The story of our life and what it was meant to be
I remember what was written about you and me
It said I was there for you and those words felt so true
Everyday I stood beside you through troubles, many or few

But then one fateful day, I guess I wasn't enough
You decided for yourself that life just too much
And at your funeral the following week, I held that poem in my hand
Those words didn't match your decision, I didn't understand
How could you write that you loved me and a week later take it away
You promised our forever would last longer than a few days

And as I stand before your grave, a few has passed since then
I still can't make myself believe that all was "could have been"
I'm still a little angry you never told me you felt that strife
That it was terrible enough for you to end your life

But that poem you wrote... yes I felt it too
That feeling I felt when I was with you
I really miss you and I wish you were around
Instead of being six feet underground
So I want you to have this, this poem I wrote
So you can remember me and this heart-broken note
I really do wish our life together would have been longer
But you taught me to be a hellavuh lot stronger
I've got to tell you this, and it's gonna make me cry
But I must go on with life... I love you and good-bye.