I Know Last Night I Said I Was Going To Write..
But My Grandfather Passed Away Last Night..
So Now Winning January Is No Longer For Me..
Its For Him...
I Don't Care If I Break My Fingers Or Even A Limb..
I Don't Know How Im Going To Survive..
With Him No Longer Alive...
But I Guess I Just Have To Strive..
And Stay Strong...
But This Just All Seems Wrong..
It Feels Like A Dream...
Without Him I No Longer Have A Team..
So Im Riding Solo..
I Feel So Low..
My Heart Shattered When It Hit My Stomach..
It's No Longer Beating I Need Someone To Pump It..
January Is Now About Him No Longer About Me..
That Is The Way He Would've Wanted It To Be...