I remember all the nights I would stay up and cry.
Having only one question, Why!?!?
I always thought you would come back,
But a child that innocent, knowledge I did lack.
I remember Ian and me putting flowers and a card we wrote in our coffin,
That young our lives were so troffin,
Now its time to create my own path,
Choose my own choices and hope they last.
I've seen other kids take advantage of they're mother,
It makes me sick and disgusted, my insides turn into flubber.
I get green and blue,
Because something like this should never be true.
I wish i could wake up, and this all be a dream.
I guess that's just a wish and my favorite gleam.
So much hate and sorrow,
But I got to wake up and go through all of it again tomorrow.
Man iam sorry bout ur lost. Iam sorry u had to go through that kind of pain so young it isnt fair. ur such a great guy u dont deserve that pain of waking up every day and realizing wat dont have. Iam sorry and God bless her soul