gone
you always told me to look on the bright side
but when there wasn't a bright side
you told me that every thing happens for a reason
im still waiting for the reason you died
i wonder what it would be like if you were still
here you'll be gone for six months saturday
i'll go to your grave like i do every saturday
your gone and im lost your somwhere nice
where life stands still im stuck here where
life still goes on falling whispers
came from the sky that day as you left
anger inside but nothing to hide as i wanted to
brake down and cry six feet under your body lyes