All those feelings I can't explain,
all those tears I can not stop.
With an empty look I walk around.

Slowly reality struck me.
Reality of death...Your death.

The idea never to see your face again,
never to call your name again and even never to feel your body again hurts me so much.

When I walk between all those people it's like I'm not there at all.
My best friends don't know what's wrong with me.

With an absent look I see the moon,
the same moon you see... saw so many times.

Lot's off people were jealous of your life,
nobody was so quiet, sweet, smart and cool as you were.

Why, why had it to end like this?

smascha