I remember how you said
That friends always get into fights.
But they always make up in the end.
They say I love you and I'm sorry
And that they'll never do it again.
Well, I remember ours.
You came over and we got into a fight.
Then you hopped into your car
And drove out of my sight.
Soon you tried to call,
But I kept hanging up.
Then you came over
And tried to talk with me.
But I wouldn't let it be.
I told you that I hated you
And I never wanted to see you again.
How was I to know that
I would be the cause of your end.
A few minutes later
The phone in my room rang.
I thought it was you
And I was going to say I was sorry too.
But it was your sister.
And I'll never forget what she said.
She explained to me that you were dead.
I was in so much shock.
I could barely move.
I just couldn't figure out why.
Why a kid like you was left to die.
If I could go back in time I would.
I'd tell you not to get into your car
And not to drive out so far.
If only I had known about your fate,
But now it is far too late.
Now I start to cry,
Because this letter is our final good-bye.
I love you so much and I'm so sorry.
I wish I was in the car instead,
That way I'd be the one dead.
But for now I'm glad your free
And that your smiling and watching over me.
I don't know what else to say,
But look for me when I'm older
And it's my Judgement Day.
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