Memory's

When i see you're picture memory's shoot into my head,
like the time we went camping with you're dad.
The long, deep conversations,
for over three hours long.
Or the nights in the vacations,
when you were saying i was strong.

All the grafitti we made,
and every time i felt when we used to skate.
The train coming by we painted,
the people who fainted.
We all made it through,
and i wouldn't have made it without you.

Everybody made jokes and played games,
but they all were really lame.
And one time you were so drunk,
you fell in a garbage trunk.

I miss you since you died,
and i won't forget even if i tried.
The memory's will never pass,
and the pain will last.