I fell head and heart first into a memory today.
That it was bittersweet is true, but such a cliche.
You were a dear, little friend and you left so much pain
Where once there was a lovely girl as sweet as spring rain.
The bitter pills you swallowed, that took you away,
They are a bitter pill I swallow as here I stay.
Four years, five weeks, almost to the day
And I still shed tears and miss the way we'd play
As if it were only yesterday....