It wasn't supposed to be you. Full of life and promise, That's who you're supposed to be. That's changed.
The drone of cheers and celebration ring in my ears But all I think about is you. You're gone now. And I'm at a loss for words.
It wasn't supposed to be you.
This holiday can never be the same. I'm sure in time I'll celebrate again But not without remembering This day. This moment. The pain I'm trying to drown until I'm left alone to grieve.
Words can never be a worthy enough tribute To who you are--were--and what you mean to me.
I miss you.
I struggled to find words after my friend died on 4th of July last year. This was attempt #1