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Remembering James..
Memories of you race around in my head,
i can still hear you laughing, something funny you said.
I was with you my whole life, since i was 15..
Thru good times and bad times and all the stuff in between...
Now your not here and i'm not sure what to do,
I took you for granted but you did me that way too.
Now the core of my being is riddled with grief,
and this pain that i'm feeling is beyond my belief..
Im so lost without you and I feel so alone.
I stand at your grave, i see your name there in stone.
How on earth do I do this, without you around?
I'm sinking in sorrow and I fear I may drown.
I just don't understand how u left us so fast.
I can't live in the present, stuck w you in the past
Now your alive up in heaven, and i'm dead here on earth.
You took part of me with you for whatever its worth.
And i pray that your watching, looking out for our son.
And i guess we will see you when our time here is done.
i can still hear you laughing, something funny you said.
I was with you my whole life, since i was 15..
Thru good times and bad times and all the stuff in between...
Now your not here and i'm not sure what to do,
I took you for granted but you did me that way too.
Now the core of my being is riddled with grief,
and this pain that i'm feeling is beyond my belief..
Im so lost without you and I feel so alone.
I stand at your grave, i see your name there in stone.
How on earth do I do this, without you around?
I'm sinking in sorrow and I fear I may drown.
I just don't understand how u left us so fast.
I can't live in the present, stuck w you in the past
Now your alive up in heaven, and i'm dead here on earth.
You took part of me with you for whatever its worth.
And i pray that your watching, looking out for our son.
And i guess we will see you when our time here is done.
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