The End

Sometimes i rewatch it all over again it's like i'm fighting to save him in my dreams 

i was only 10 trying to get home coming up the escalator to get to the bus

i can remember the loud screaming and watching a teenager drop dead in front of me 

My heart pounds as if it were a train on the tracks.

i was just a child it's not like i was trying to earn racks 

i was just trying to get home to get this backpack off my back

all the time i think what could i have done to save him

Truth is nothing

he was motionless meaning he was already gone

Now all i feel is strife 

he didn't even have a wife

the pain in my chest like a saif

it's sad because

he was just another pawn in this game called life

 

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