• The Funeral

    [part 1]

    I see my friend, I leave him be.
    He must now be eternaly free.
    Why can't I see?
    We were never meant to be.

    He now sleeps forevermore.
    I should have told him I love him more,
    More then he will ever know.
    My tears will surely show.

    He is now asleep before my eyes.
    He wears such a serious guise.
    His death is retold, a bunch of lies,
    I hold the truth behind dismal eyes.

    As I tell, no one believes me.
    They say I'm too young to know what I see.
    He never warned me,
    Of a trap he laid down for me.

    Once your soul meets darkness, it get tainted.
    Once pure white, it gets blackly painted.
    Once darkness has been let in,
    It will let nothing else in but sin.

    [part 2]

    I see her looking down at me,
    I wish I could tell her death does not mean free.
    I'm not sure, Does she see?
    We were meant to be?

    This death exhausts me more,
    I wish I could have told her my love for her was more,
    Are these tears for show?
    Does she love me? I'll never know.

    I see darkness inside her eyes,
    Does she know of all my lies?
    What she wears is a peculiar disguise.
    I know she has the truth of my demise.

    I see the truth, it will not leave her be.
    I see, she knows what killed me.
    I hope she can clearly see,
    The trap that death used to kill me,

    My soul is painted,
    I hope hers isn't anywhere near tainted.
    I pray she hasn't let it in.
    I hope her smile, never fades to just a grin.