Wondering and feeling this truth that just seems so unreal and looking at their names things are so real everything is so surreal. The crying, the pain of a life that's lost. Feelings of doubt, of what's to become hangs on my back pushing me down. No one knows its always just sudden, no time to prepare no time to keep him alive. Everywhere I look I see a crying name and know one will ever get the chance, that one chance to say goodbye. And will I ever have the chance to say goodbye to those I love, the ones I would die for if I only had time to prepare... the curse of sudden tragedies passes by to return another day while we all still cry when it shall strike only god knows why, has darken times like this been passed over are lives, (to embellish a sense of fear to make the tears fall on our loss of a sinner, a friend, a lover in our bed this is just too beautiful.) Times like these are just a fear they never really happen until you're unprepared. Death is natural its gunna happen...
It's a curse, an unfriendly disease and know one knows the cure with broken hearts we all sing r.i.p r.i.p never see you again until we all r.i.p
