Lyrics

I parked the car... too late, too slow.
That old white house... a silent show.
I missed your smile, your final call—
Now all that's left… are these empty walls.
I touched your hand—so cold, so still...
The hand that once moved mountains with will.

I missed the storms you fought for me,
The meals, the songs, the scraped-up knees.
I missed your eyes that saw my pain,
I missed your love... again, again.
You gave me all, I gave too little—
Now I sit here… stuck in the middle.

You called me once, I let it ring—
I told myself, "I'll call next spring."
The years flew fast, the photos blurred—
I chased the world, ignored your words.
And now I'd trade my golden crown
To hear you breathe, to sit you down.

I missed the storms you fought for me,
The meals, the songs, the scraped-up knees.
I missed your eyes that saw my pain,
I missed your love... again, again.
You gave me all, I gave too little—
Now I sit here… stuck in the middle.

I should've been there. Should've tried.
Not just on birthdays, not just when you cried.
I lived like love was on delay—
And now I pay… I always pay.
No likes, no post, no grand eulogy—
Just me, the silence, and your memory.

You gave me wings I never thanked,
You stayed while I just climbed the ranks.
Now I would fall, I would rewind—
To hold your face, just one more time.
But all that's left are things unsaid—
Regret and love beside your bed.

One last breath... I wasn't there.
Now I just whisper to empty air.
If there's a heaven... if prayers get through—
Mama, I'm sorry. I still needed you.