[Verse 1]
Baby, it hurts seeing you like this
And it hurts knowing I can’t do a thing about it
But when you smell like sickness
I'll still wash away the blood

[Verse 2]
You know I still talk to your mother
While she's crying on the phone and I feel like dying
I get scared of losing you
So when all my fears come true

[Chorus]
I'll see you at the wake
But you won't see me, 'cause I'll be hiding back behind your family
Keeping all my tears
In a little glass bottle, God almighty, I won’t make it through the year
Can I just make it through the year
Can I just make it through the year, year, year?