The morning of june

It's the morning of june,  the morning of grieving.  The pain of yearing and learning.  The pain of losing and hoping.  Hoping that it's for the  better it ended.  Hoping to that the grieving is just the love I can't give,  not a love I regret to leave.  Look in the beauty of june,  look in the beauty of good byes,  look even the sadness lies.  Grieving is nothing than holding you down with my sorrows and pain.  I would gladly drown on my own than drown with you in my arms.