the next you died,
never got the chance to say goodbye.
I died with guilt on my soul;
never have to say that I am sorry.
I was shot, and you were there,
I was stabbed, and you were there,
I was not there when you died.
Feel like I am dying, hearing your name,
but I control myself, knowing I will see you again.
You are gone, when I need you the most.
I have to get the butterflies out, and tell your mom you are dead.
Lying in my arms, saying your last words,
I hold you in my arms, not letting you go,
crying like never before saying,
"it's going to be alright." It is not.
I am losing the war of hope.
Your friends and family gather around your grave,
praying their respects.
I am the last to leave.
I kiss your head; and say,
"see you later" cause goodbye is forever
