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Cries fill the open space, where I lay in the ground,

A ceremony of my passing, has got everybody down.



My mom falls to her knees in everlasting pain,

Of losing her precious son, It will drive her insane.



One hit at a party, of the mind boggling drug,

I fell face first into the tired rug.



Now I'm sitting in Heaven, looking down on my home,

All my family frowning, where the pain has grown.



The faces that flooded me with happiness, turn sad,

All because I had to be cool, but I was bad.



It is my fault why they cry out loud,

I am guilty for this miserable crowd.



I' the only angel in Heaven who is sad,

Cause I've hurt everybody, even my mom and dad.