I've probably dreamt your death a thousand times.

And the pain I felt when I found out I'd lost you left me with this burning inside.

It wasn't fair. It didn't have to happen to you.

And the worst part is I knew I could never hear you sing again.

The second worst part is I had lost my best friend.

But I would see you walking around.

I would see you at school walking with your friends.

Just the way it had always been.

But when you went out of sight for even a second, you disappeared.

And I was subjected to feel this unique type of sadness that I'd always feared.

In my dreams, they never knew what was really killing you.

Some unknown illness that you'd had for years but never known about until it was too late.

Preventative measures could have been taken, but now it was up to fate.

And fate would always let you and I down.

It let you down six feet.

And it let me down like concrete.