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As I lay in a blood stained bed. I wonder as time goes by, why did you have to die? So much I wanted to do, so much I needed to say. I wonder why did it have to be this way? I lay here, sick with woe. I wonder why you had to go. The pain is behind me, but shadows lay ahead. Is there anything I could have done, something I could have said? I wish I would have told you, how priceless you where to me. How much I treasured you my friend, whom I'll never again see. You were an angel, my precious friend. Without you all the good times at an end. Since you left all I do is cry When I lost you I felt my soul die. |
