Why is death so scary to some
And so comforting to others?
Why does death seem fun
But hurtful for their mothers?
Why can't they see whats best
Before it's just too late?
Why be unlike the rest
And not decide your fate?
Why does it happen like this?
Why can't this all be a lie?
I don't want you to be missed
Because you should be alive!!!!
You lived a great life, even to the end
And you know we'll be, the best of friends
It's just too bad that I didn't see
That I was you and you were me
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