“The good die young. They be the first ones to leave.” And they don’t come back, no matter how much we plead No matter all the days we spend begging on our knees No matter all the nights we stay up sacrificing sleep No matter all the pain we feel, regardless of how deep
You could give up everything and you still won’t see them breathe You could even sell your soul but their tongue will never speak You could pray for peace but It’s rest you’ll never receive
No matter what we do, it’s a change we’ll never see
Thoughts and prayers are nice but it’s hopeless and it’s bleak
2 years today and it still feels like I just lost you. I love you and I miss you Bryce. You were my very best friend.