Forevermore

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I'd hate to admit that most of my days are bad,
And sometimes I wake up and cry in the night,
But whenever I'd be reminded of the nightmares,
You'd always be by my side.

Everyone says that it's unfortunate that you're gone,
Even though they don't really care,
But the worst part is, they say it like they mean it,
When they were never truly there.

But they all seem to quake in death's fist,
Acting as if it's bad,
But I'd rather you be someplace better,
Than in a world that's driven mad.

It came down to what I wanted,
And what you wanted more,
Restlessness or peace for eternity,
But I'd pick you forevermore.

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