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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Spilled emotions
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