She always said the day she died
was the day he sprouted wings and began to fly
The truth I know is that when he died
so did her soul
She plays this game called
Who is to blame
everyone gets their turn
I never thought I would see the day
where the finger would point at me
So here it is June seventh
today is the day she died
I dont know what happened
although I know its tragic
She kind of dissapeared like magic
Before she died
she told me a few things
she said we were strangers
that I never knew
I never knew the tears that she cried
I didn't know the face she tried so well to hide
Although I am sad that she left me alone
I know it was only her choice that made her go.
