Remember the day of august 11.
The day that I last saw you...

Sometimes i feel you watching
just to look at me...

Every time i think of your gorgeous face
I look at mine and feel so out of place...

Everyday i wake up and try to stay strong
everything feels like it will all go wrong...

I have a guardian angel
I keep her in my head...

It seems like a long time
and how she died was a crime...

When you just don't know what to do
and u think everyone just hates you...

I try to forget late at night
but then these tears...

I still remember all the days that passed
the days when we promised our friendship would...

The first day I saw you
I knew we would be friends...