It's said that a first love will never die, just the feeling alone will always stick by your side, now wonderin' so many years gone by how the fuck did I ever survive?

Vivid memories of her still my ride or die, now I can only picture her swinging side by side, from the rafters in the ceilin' the image ain't very appealin. But it's as real as it gets. She had enough, life is shit, can't handle it, tie a noose and just call it quits.

So many days and nights pass me by and I just wanna say goodbye but I can't, I was stripped off my chance. Wishing I could go back to the last time we talked to gather all the facts, then subtract the good from the bad so memories of good where all that you had.

It's crazy how what was just a friend, left such a large imprint, when they finally decide to take their life, feels like I got...