And Sometimes They End Too Soon.

A harsh grave, an early end.
A brief but beautiful life my friend.
i miss you-
Why did you have to go?
But you are happy somehow, i know.
When they told me my best friend died
I felt so cold, that i never cried.
Where the car wrecked,
theres still a stain
As in agony, you had lain.
The people don't notice, just drive on.
I want to yell, "Stop! He's gone!"
I am going to cry again
For one last time.
Goodbye my friend
I will miss you.