Forget about the hard times, work harder just keep pushing. Things are always knocking you down; my hand is here to hold you up. They're gone; you know I'm sorry; you didn't talk for two months.      I know you miss them…you know you're all I've got left. Talk to me, you’ll ink it on, but I’ll stay awake, so you can lean a bit. I’ll think about the hard times and work harder. Never stop caring. I finally found the one who can drag me when I can't see the end.       They're gone; you know I’m sorry. You didn’t talk for two months. I know you miss them; it’s all over your face. Tell me I can leave. Tell me I can leave and you'll be breathing tomorrow.