There was nothing that prepared us for that day
Driving to your house the day I got the news
Sorry, I ran a few stop signs on my way
Mother and father were nice enough to answer but speechless to say
How are they supposed to move on
Everything reminds us of you
Life is now gray
How am I supposed to finish when I felt the same
Giving up is easier than starting the next day
Because you have loans to pay
And everything costs an arm and a leg
No therapy no counseling this tragedy cannot be swept away
Only one who listens is my dog who I had to lie in a grave
I do not blame my shortcomings on my friend’s passing
I often self-blame
It has been three years since your passing and I keep counting
As if you’ll come back at the same hour 9:11
We’ll pick back up just like you never left
