so close sober, and now so gone

I had to say good-bye, Even though it was to soon. In the end you had no choice, But to leave your daughter behind. I thought you'd live to see me graduate, But with how much you drank my hope was to late. I didn't get to see you all that much, But when i did i enjoyed the time as such. So as i wait for your funeral to come, I cant help but think, There was something i could have done. I know you loved me, I loved you too, i just dont like, Going to my moms funeral.