Maybe in another life
I could find you there,
pulled away before your time.
I can't deal, it's so unfair.
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away.
The world has grown cold
now that you've gone away.
Leaving flowers on your grave
show that I still care.
But black roses and Hail Marys
can't bring back what's taken from me.
I reach to the sky
and call out your name,
and if I could trade
I would.
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away.
And it stings
Yeah, it stings now.
The world is so cold
now that you've gone away.
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Rick Grimes 2020. Because this isn't a democracy anymore.
Things don't get better because you want them to.
All things serve the Beam.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
Always up for a Walking Dead RP. PM me for my plots or toss me yours; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Buying art of my OC.
Things don't get better because you want them to.
All things serve the Beam.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
Always up for a Walking Dead RP. PM me for my plots or toss me yours; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Buying art of my OC.