People will never know how it feels,
After she heads off to another place.
You can never see things the same,
The sounds of laughter fading.
The smiles... The seem so unreal,
Once you get told her tires screamed.
All you can do is scream along with them,
The sound of metal bending.
Your heart with bend with it,
The sound of fire cracking.
Will soon be the sound of your knees hitting the ground,
After you see the white cloud floating up into the sky.
All you want to do is wish for it to be a fog,
Your childhood will seem like a dream.
Never having those moments continue,
Having to dress up even though you and the world are raining.
Dressing in black just like that night sky...
Until you know how it feels,
Then you may come to me and say.
"It's not your fault, he needed her."
By for now she is in the heavens above, while I'm in the Mortals Hell.
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