It was the start of winter and death fills the air,
Like a life was taken but death doesn’t care,
All I tell myself why, why is life even fair,
Because a friend of mine to die the possibility is rare.
Like my life was so perfect but that’s the way that it seems,
But it turns out my reality became my dreams.
I’m not waking up so this must be real,
All this pain every day is all I ever feel.
It happened so fast it’s so hard to remember,
It happened on the 12th of November.
For someone to do this must be shallow and cold,
Have no soul, this kid was only 14 years old.
This kid he was like my own brother,
When he died, I died cause were so close to each other.
I take my pain every day by day,
I let my wounds heal and just fade away.
It was painful when my best friend was gone,
But I take it every day by just moving on.
Every snowflake that falls is a piece of my heart shattered,
I look up and pray to god but you think to him that I mattered.
He fought death but it looks like the Reaper won,
Because kids this is happens when you play with a gun.
You’re a killer inside with an intense feeling for a thrill,
There’s only one road down the option to kill.
Now this killer wants act like it never happened and be forgiving,
But if it never happened my best friend would still be living.
To stop this I couldn’t do a thing about it,
But in my heart and my mind I say to myself I really doubt it.
I remember when I was a pallbearer holding your coffin,
My heart softens, a tear down my face this doesn’t happen often.
But I hold it in cause I know that’s what you would want me to do,
Why god how could this even happen to you.
Is life half full, is life half empty in this world we call a cup,
Because when life knocks you down you have to get back up!