The days are number, for us. I'll miss you when your gone. You will always be in my heart But not such a big part The way we used to be close Is just the past for the most The hair is gone from your head And all i see you do is ly in your bed You cry when you see us come And think of how we grew some I dont like to see you this way Id rather be the one to pay
I didn't write this, but I put this up for my granfather who I love soooooooo much!
18 years, 11 months & 5 days ago
