Alexis
I watched you laid there with a bullet hole in the head
Dirt around youir body and the wind blowing in your hair
I just talked to you before school got out
We were friends since the fourth grade now i gotta look at you in a grave
You weren't meant to die you were supposed to be living this dream we declared
Instead you're laying in the ground cold and dead
I remember when I got the call that dreaded saturday night
Now you're being lowered into the ground no more graduation for you
Your whole life ended over a fool
I will never forget you or what we been through
Your memory lives on through me forever
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