You were high on life and alive in the soul but never showed,
signs of regret in story's untold.
Then what you did selfish and bold,
did you think about the people you left silent blind broke and cold.
What about the people who been there your hole life through good bad joy and spite.
Were's the sike were's the just kidding you were our angel not a villein, cause that's what you did murdered your self, without thinking about anyone else.
We could have helped we could of saved, made all the bad feelings, thoughts fade.Now a permanent lay in the ground or flames and all you had to do is stop then say.
R.I.P. in our hearts you'll stay.
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