Hayden The Hardest Part
She was flying circles above her room at night While you slept in the bed below, thinking things were alright She was in Alaska, or on the Hudson Line One a beach in Mexico, you farthest form her mind
The hardest part of life is love that goes away When one is left there wondering how to make it stay What is there to tell you, apart from hopeful lies Just open up the window wide and watch her as she flies
