too hot to think straight
standing over the grave
seems like only yesterday
we were kids, younger, happier
you will be missed
you already are, little brother
too soon to be believed
just spoke to you last night
you left without a goodbye
now just ashes in the grass
you will be missed
you already are, my friend
too late to help you see
it didn't have to be this way
left with nothing but memories
your beauty never discovered
you will be missed
more than you can know
too hot to think straight
standing over the grave
seems like just yesterday
we were kids...
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