You made it to thirty,
but with blood in your eyes.
I made my mistakes,
promise, you were the greatest kind.
Flowers and candles were the last thing I wanted
to be next to you,
now that all of it haunts me.
bitter goodbyes, addressed to your body,
black suits and black dresses,
their songs about sorrows.
In anger I waited,
how is all of this real?
If one of us ever passed,
I was sure it had to be me.
You are still in front of me
holding me in your arms
I still call out your name
“You‘re not gone, You‘re not gone.“
But your fingertips are paler than ever,
your eyes are closed, I can’t deny it‘s forever.
As I lay down next to you,
the world around us turned blue
Yet I have to live in it
finally letting you go.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 1:47 PM UTC
You made it to thirty,
but with blood in your eyes.
I made my mistakes,
promise, you were the greatest kind.
Flowers and candles were the last thing I wanted
to be next to you,
now that all of it haunts me.
bitter goodbyes, addressed to your body,
black suits and black dresses,
their songs about sorrows.
In anger I waited,
how is all of this real?
If one of us ever passed,
I was sure it had to be me.
You are still in front of me
holding me in your arms
I still call out your name
“You‘re not gone, You‘re not gone.“
But your fingertips are paler than ever,
your eyes are closed, I can’t deny it‘s forever.
As I lay down next to you,
the world around us turned blue
Yet I have to live in it
finally letting you go.
Maybe this is embarrassing but I wrote this when Liam Payne passed :,(
