I am still hurting, with you gone.
I just want to hear your voice, be able to pick up the voice and have you listen and talk to me.
I miss your voice, the way you'd laugh and say "Ayup".
I just keep thinking you're sat at home in your chair watching Jeremy Kyle, cup of tea in hand. But you're not. You're with the Angels now.
I just sometimes with you would give me a sign that you're still there.
