Sitting here alone and all the memories come flooding back,
realising the past twelve months have been really crap.
We've lost the man of the house, a husband, a dad,
I now start wondering if I'm really going mad.
I wish my life was a nightmare, or your death was a mistake,
and that you'll be sitting in your chair when I awake.
You'll smile at me softly, you'll give me a hug and you'll say
'I'll be here with you for years, I'll never go away'