When I die
Friends that have become family
Will mourn with with my family
Family may scream and yell
For I have died early
Fellow students
And previous teachers
Will mourn
Those I did not know
Will know my life story
Popularity will increase
The funeral will be overcrowded
But in a year
My old desk
Will be filled
Those so called "friends"
Moved on
And as I watch over
I protect my family
Because to them,
My seat is never filled
