Gone
I lick the smoke from gunshots
In memory to my best friend
Who fell dropped
Yea memories can be hard to hold on to
while friends complaining wtf does a friend really do
but i still watch the bullet fall from the sky
still i fall to my knees ready to cry for them
it keeps getting harder idk why i cringe
and i keep acting like i am ready
To go on through these days im living life heavy
im not withstanding through my long fall
feet ramming into the ground
life is flaring all around
stomache is like empty tunnels
there goes a memory
like a small dropp of water from a faucet
hitting the bottom of a stupid hearthshaped locklet
