I still think of the day
that death will come my way
and memories way back when i was your age
my house was like a jail cage
Back when we were kids
All the crazy, stupid things we did
fighting over girls, who got who
but i'll always miss you
Chorus:
Back when days where lovely
and we always figured things out
I dont think i've made much of me
but ill try and figure it out
i dont have much to long to live now
im on my way up to see you soon
maybe they will find him but i dont know how
but i really hope they do
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we were always there for eachother
hanging out everywhere together
and all the times we spent here
days so full of fear
but we still held on tight
everything seemed alright
until that day came you made no sound
now you are no where to be found
(chorus)
I dont know if your still alive
or somewhere out there
trying to hide
[x3]
(Devon watson R.I.P)
© 2007 Ezimo
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