STILL CRYING INSIDE

I don't know,I keep saying I should write a happy one,and then I start thinking,and things happen around the World,and so my thoughts turn to sadness.Maybe I'm just a miserable bastard thats destined to be the poor mans Leonard Cohen.I reckon when people die,or remove themselves from your life,there must be one hell of a void that we fill or ignore simply because its expected of us,you know,its ok to mourn for a while,but enough is enough,get over it,well I think some people just can't work that way,I'm sure they try very hard,but They're "Still Crying Inside"


HIS SLIPPERS,STILL SIT BY THE FIRESIDE,
HIS PIPE'S IN A RACK BY HIS CHAIR.
THE ROOM SMELLS OF ERINMORE MIXTURE.
ITS AS IF,ITS AS IF HE'S STILL HERE.
THERE'S A BOTTLE OF BROWN ALE,THAT SITS IN THE FRIDGE,
THAT I NEVER WILL DRINK,THAT'S FOR SURE.
HIS FAVOURITE VIDEO,SITS READY TO GO,
WHICH I WON'T HAVE TO WATCH ANYMORE.

HIS WASHING,STILL SITS IN THE BASKET,
DO I WASH IT,OR THROW IT AWAY?
AND HIS DOG ONCE MORE,SITS AT THE DOOR,
BUT THERE'LL BE NO WALKIES TODAY.
I DON'T THINK I CAN LAY IN MY BED ANYMORE,
ITS LONELY,AND NIGHTS SEEM SO LONG.
I DON'T SLEEP ANYWAY,UNTIL ITS NEAR DAY
AND SOMEHOW,EVERYTHING SEEMS SO WRONG.

NOW THE LAWNS NEED MOWING,THE HEDGE WANTS A TRIM,
THE HOUSE NEED A PAINT,BOTH OUTSIDE AND IN,
WHO'S GOING TO DO IT,WHERE DO I BEGIN ?
CAUSE HE,ALWAYS DID IT,IT ALWAYS WAS HIM.
BUT,I HAVE TO MOVE ON,THAT,I PROMISED,
AND I'LL SHOW A BRAVE FACE AS I GO.
MY SORROW I'LL HIDE,WHILST STILL CRYING INSIDE,
CAUSE I MISS HIM ,SO MUCH-----YOU KNOW?