I wrote this for a friend who died when i was younger

i can feel deaths hand drawing closer to me

apart of me was taken away that day

i've had enough of this shit it anit beating the both of us

how the fuck can this happen

to have you taken away

then you where gone

snatched off the face of the earth

but you live on inside me

that i had something to with this

our last time together was a fight

but i know that you're standing by my side

in away you're not gone cause you're apart of me

all the memorys i have and the ink on my back

you live on inside of me