Lyrics by Steven R. Drennon, ©️ 2025 Lyrics may not be remixed, used as prompts for AI, or otherwise reproduced without consent. Please check out my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@firstep3 Official Country Music Video: https://youtu.be/B49xcH6DQvs This song is part of challenge between me and @Chaosncountry to try to write a really sad song. Just a note, these songs have nothing to do with anyone either of us knows, it’s just a challenge! https://suno.com/@chaosncountry She still sets two plates out ev'ry night, Looks for a moment, knows it's not right. The front light stays on in the entryway, Just like it has ev'ry single day. She keeps his boots by the backdoor mat, And his old ball cap and baseball bat. Silence is louder than it's ever been, 'Cause she knows she'll never see him again. Nobody sees the way she shakes, When the morning sun starts to break. She hides the ache behind her eyes, And folds the grief in practiced lies. They say time heals, but they don’t know, How long forever takes to go. They think she's fine, but they've never known She’s crying in the corner alone. They planned to take that trip to Tennessee, Now she drives past the exit quietly. She still hums the song he used to sing, But skips the verse that talks about rings. The garden’s grown wild, where the roses grew, And she sits alone in their Sunday pew. She smiles when the folks ask how she's been, And wonders how long 'til she can't pretend. Nobody sees the way she shakes, When the morning sun starts to break. She hides the ache behind her eyes, And folds the grief in practiced lies. They say time heals, but they don’t know, How long forever takes to go. They think she's fine, but they've never known She’s crying in the corner alone. She still writes notes that he'll never read, Then cuts her leg just to watch it bleed. His Bible’s open on the nightstand still, Next to his watch and a bottle of pills. She runs her hand along that cold sheet, Wishin' just once she could feel his heat. She don’t speak much when folks come by, Too scared the truth might make her cry. Nobody sees the way she shakes, When the morning sun starts to break. She hides the ache behind her eyes, And folds the grief in practiced lies. They say time heals, but they don’t know, How long forever takes to go. They think she's fine, but they've never known She’s crying in the corner alone.