| January third twenty sixteen the day my life turned into a dream My beautiful brother words can't express Seeing you dead has left me a mess Seeing you there your mortal remain I had no idea you'd try this again My mind is an eggshell ready to crack I look at your daughter and want you back If you told me your trouble I would of been there On New Years Eve not one hint of despair You were so young I wish I was there I was too late this isn't fair I look at my life trying to hope When I close my eyes all I see is the rope I try to move on and let you go best friends we were I love you so |