He was the reason I feel this way.
Now a dozen white roses lay on his grave.
He thought I could do it all on my own.
But I couldn't, and now I am left alone.
All I can do is cry to myself.
Think of him, and how he felt.
I pray, and wonder why he did this.
We didn't even get a chance to kiss.
He was the only one that could make me smile.
Precious moments, I wish had lasted a while.
He is only what I dream of at night.
Tears build up in my eyes, I cannot fight.
He was the only one that would understand.
He was always there to hold my hand.
If I had a reason to feel bad and down.
He'd take away the pain, and turn it around.
He is the only one I have feelings for.
All the less hatred, but love, more and more.
Why would suicide make him free?
He actually did this because of me..
I don't know why he did this though.
I loved him, he didn't want to let me go.
If everything was so great and fine.
Why did his life run out of time?
I still come to visit him every day.
I place a dozen white roses on his grave.
And I wish him luck, where ever he is.
Now and forever, my heart will always be his.
