now i lay me down to sleep
w/ deaths hand upon my cheek
so many nights ive often cried
to live w/out you by my side
the gun you took to your own self
has made my life a living hell
no you lay in hollowed ground
w/ no one here to clam you down
dreams of you at night i see
wishing you were here w/ me
falshing back to days of pain
the times in school, you were slain
the memorise of your mothers tears
the funeral
the drips of fear
when i saw you in that casket
all the notes that they had passed you
lips so blus i tought id die
whan i kenw i had to say good-bye
 
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