In th early morning,
I drag my feet,
Trying to remember
Your face.
I dont want to get there,
Because then i know,
That you are gone,
Dead and to be buried.
Was life that bad?
When we were there,
We told you not...
TO touch that knife.
No one listens,
Its a lost cause,
Maybe life is hell,
And we are waiting to die.
Who knows?
But was life THAT bad?
To make us go throught this?
I dont want to get to your funeral.
I dont want to see you dead,
I donnt want to cry,
I didnt even want you to die.
But I need to go...
And face reality.
My best friend...
COmmited suicide...
And is dead. |
