RIP BRI
Why does it have to hurt,
What used to be love is pain, it will never be the same, ever a gain,
It cuts through my shield, rips down my shirt,
Tears bust my eyes,
Then I think to myself why did he have to die,
Valley Memorial Park is where he lies,
Now I sit outside the cross, and cry, it cuts like knives,
Why couldn't I give my life, why? why?, good bye...
Rest In Peace BRI.
What used to be love is pain, it will never be the same, ever a gain,
It cuts through my shield, rips down my shirt,
Tears bust my eyes,
Then I think to myself why did he have to die,
Valley Memorial Park is where he lies,
Now I sit outside the cross, and cry, it cuts like knives,
Why couldn't I give my life, why? why?, good bye...
Rest In Peace BRI.