Some people say u know when ur gonna die
some people say its a feeling u get
some people say its a look that u get in ur eyes
well its some kind of sixth sense well how come i always have that

Why did u go away,
why didnt u stay,
now i see u with ur family,
all happy and and loving,
then i think...
why are you happy and im not,
eventho its u that left,
u got over it and i didnt

I cant believe u went away,
u just slipped away,
i did not get a chance to say goodbye,
I'm hurting inside,
i don't know what to do without you,
you were my strength,
i miss u