People are dying,
we can't help it.
They're much too young,
to say goodbye.
Life's too short,
accidents happen,
they're just too young,
to feel that pain.
What do you do,
when your time runs out?
What do you do,
when you've barely lived?
People keep dying,
and we can't stop it.
They're much too young,
to say goodbye.
cause life's too short,
and accidents happen.
Take your mistakes,
don't worry just now.
Live your life,
tell the people you love them,
and above all else,
have no regrets, not one.
yes that's what you do,
in case your time runs out.
When you're so young,
make sure you've lived.
Oh, people keep dying,
no, we can't help it,
and they're just too young
to be saying goodbye.
it's not fair,
it'll never be fair,
we shouldn't have to say goodbye,
cause I'm just not ready yet.
Tell them I said goodbye,
tell them I'll see them again.
Tell them I said goodbye,
tell them I'll see them again.
They were just too young.
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Seashell in The Sand
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry about my life. The things I go through and the things I witness. Some are happy, some are sad, and some won't make any sense. Sometimes life doesn't either.
