Suicide
I had a friend who died,
maybe he thought we wouldn't mind.
I knew he had a soft heart,
but killing yourself wasn't all too smart.
We all miss you so dear, Steve,
did you think maybe I would be the one to mostly greave?
When you had died that night,
I didn't even have the chance to say my final good-bye.
Steve, I really miss you, too,
I never even got to say that I loved you.
I think about you everyday,
maybe you stand by me till this very day.
I think you may have died in 1997,
but at least you're now in Heaven.
I hope you can hear this,
'cause this is my newest lyric.
I hope I've made you proud,
because this is my new sound.
I know everyday I have to be strong,
because you loved my mom.
Copyright © Ashlee Hebert | Year Posted 2006
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