Dead

I can fake the smile
but I can't hide the teras
The one who was there
for so many years
but now you're dead
you've gone away
'get over it, move on' they say
freinds have their own family
I'm on the outside
I can't make them care
that you're gone, coz you died
So holidays I must bare them alone
coz no longer can I call on your phone
Brady bunch family I wish that I was
but grew up with you, you're all that I got
so it makes me so mad and it makes me feel blue
when people say your death i should be over too
so i know that it hurts like the salt in the wound
coz i wont stop crying about your death anytime soon