Poetic Vato

Where It Starts

Walking down my neighborhood never thought that feeling would remind me of you what do I do when it comes back to me the reality of your tragedy

Just a simple walk down memory lane got me feeling like jumping off a plane a feeling of sitting alone in the rain I'm tired of my mistake if you were hear to help me flake I needed you too more than anyone else and now my last thought of you is laying in a grave....How bout I join you since no one listens to when your sad or when your mad it's all in my head that they notice me when I'm already dead I know its true because it happened to you you weren't due but you went oast us and flew all the way to heaven looking down protecting me I know because I'm not dead you must be paying a fee to keep me alive can't wait till I arrive and see you again but till then my good friend ill see you at my end.....soon