My Best Friend Jason

At 2pm i picked up my phone
on that bright and sunny day
i dialed his number and we talked
clueless of what was headed my way

His name is Jason
and we talked a few hours more
and thats when it happened
i herd his cell phone hit the floor

I herd some yelling and some shots
and a tear came from my eye
i herd Jason yell for mercy
and thats when i lost it and began to cry

A few minutes pass
and i hear not one sound
things start rushing threw my head
then i hear some footsteps on the ground

a man picks up the phone
hello is what he said
i answer back, i am here
and he says I'm sorry miss, your friend is dead

I try to talk to this man
as my trembling hand holds the phone
he explains what happened
and suddenly i feel that I'm alone

a few weeks later was his funeral
as we all stand there in black
i stand there and cry with his parents
wishing my best friend was back

its been one year since that very day
i never wanted his life to end
i still cry sometimes
i really miss my best friend