Gone

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Your eyes closed and you took your last breathe

I just lost you

Hours after hours, i locked myself up

Hauled up in the room i was in for days

Never made it o the funeral, 

'Cos i couldn't say goodbye 

I want you back here with me on Earth

I understand you are on a better place

But things aren't the same here anymore

I wish R.I.P meant return if possible

So I could come up to Heaven and bring you home.

You are gone but i can't change that. 






Pop, please of you are listening i want you to come home things aren't the same w-with y-you here.

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