I hate the way that we left it,
But now i do understand; you were to good for this world so you made a exit.
I've just jumped through my last hoop,
You just felt like you were bullet proof.
All that we have is memories,
And all of these broken dreams.
We used to have such fun,
What would my farther think of his son,
I wish she never found that gun,
If only we had stayed where we begun.
