Eyes closed open mouthed smile on their face, tears on yours and a urgent whisper choking outta your throat barely drowning out that raggedy last breath.
A salty drop just like the bead of melted wax that slides a trail down the side of the candle you will light after the wake.
everybodys gonna fill the air with "so much potential"s and "such a tragedy"s, prayer cards will add a halo to try and cover up the reason for so many young deaths, but we all know angels aint blue.
A salty drop just like the bead of melted wax that slides a trail down the side of the candle you will light after the wake.
everybodys gonna fill the air with "so much potential"s and "such a tragedy"s, prayer cards will add a halo to try and cover up the reason for so many young deaths, but we all know angels aint blue.

