It all happened, so fast.
Speeding off into the distance.
That night I wish you could have taken control.
To steer clear from your last breath.
Such a short eighteen years, gone in the blink of an eye.
Oxygen is escaping.
This road tell the story, of a life cut short.
Siren are the sound,
that I hear in the back of my mind.
You leaving this world, left us falling apart limb by limb.
Never getting over the loss of a loved one.
That morning, we all stood mourning and coming to terms with this reality.
I believe the world stopped spinning.
I believe, the world stopped.
To steer clear from your last breath.
Such a short eighteen years, now gone!
Wish you could, see me now.
You'd be so proud, my dearest friend.
I'll see you again, my dearest friend
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