Why can't you live long?
why can't you just live strong?
i know every thing that happens, happens for a reason,
but why, why must this be your fate?
why must you die young?
some days it fills your still here
and other days.... i know your really gone.
and i wish i was gone too.
my hart is filled with guilt for not reminding you,
how much you mean to me,
and how much i loved you,
especially when you needed it the most.
but mostly my hart is filled with pain,
for thinking that a razor blade to my young wrist will end this eternaty of pain and guilt.
if it is true let fate run its coarse through my stubern body.
and if god comes first to my life than let it be fate.
but if i come first to my life then let that be fate.
