I made this for my best friend. Her grandpa died last sunday. a couple things popped into my mind while making this. The song she was listening to by gotye. It was so unbelivibly sad at the moment here it is:
Now your bowl is empty
And your feet are cold
And your body cannot stop rocking
I know it hurts to let go
Since the day we found you
You have been a friend
And your voice still echoes
In the hallways of this house
But now it's the end
We will be with you
When you're leaving
We will be with you
When you go
And hold you till you're quiet
It hurts to let you go
We will be with you
(No)
We will be with you
(Oh)
We will be with you
(Oh, no)
You will stay with us
-Bronte, Gotye
Here is the second song that came to mind (or at least part of it) :
o, darling, if you love me, Would you let me know?Or go on, go on, go you're leaving
on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come.
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong. Why am i the one always packing up my stuff?
-Why am I the one. Fun.
It's been a hard week.
Bronte (c) Gotye
Why am I the one (c) Fun
My Best friend (c) My best friend

