Last Wednesday I went to your grave The tears came so easily I didn't hold them back You should be here with me You should have sat down Next to Sara Smith They would have called your name Right after hers We would have gone to that party together You would have made it, Tyson You would have been at the top God took you away And my world stoppedBirth sign: Libra
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