Died Young

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You died young

I wonder why

I wonder who was there when you said goodbye

I was at home

Didn’t know what you were going threw

Never talked to you

Even when I had the chance to

We used to be good friends

You used to make me laugh

Now tears are coming down

You used to be able to turn those around

I’m sitting here thinking about you

Time goes by

But I just can’t stop thinking about you

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Comments +

Cheeky Missy January 30th, 2011 23:55
Aw. This is a very sweet tribute to losing somebody...in their youth or older. You depicted it well. I enjoyed it.

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