i'm not coming home i'm not coming back, nor will you see me again
I came out of hell to see you to see you leave
I came to visit you but you're just not around
I came to say hi i know you can't say hi back, and lord knows that I miss you
my first true friend
I miss you my first real friend, too bad you had to go before you could see what I would become
Are you proud of me?
I'm still here waiting to see you again
i know your'e not coming back
sorry I wish i could bring back here, even for just a day only a day maybe a minute so that we could talk
and I could tel everything that i could do and that i can do even though it had to be without you
I miss you, sorry I could talk that long
if a minute was a day, then maybe I could see past your grave
