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That day when I watched you walk away,
I gave you some weed and asked you to stay,
You told me not to worry, it'll all be okay,
But you never came back, I never saw you again.
The word on the street was that you'd OD'd,
Shot up just as much as you would usually,
Except by this point you were six months clean,
Now you're gone and nowhere to be seen.
I never had a chance to say goodbye,
Visit your grave or even grieve for my,
Best friend, I know you're listening when I talk to the sky,
and mediums always tell me you're by my side.
I've never forgiven that evil woman,
Who knew you were clean and well on the wagon,
I see her now on the streets begging,
I wanna kick her face in for handing you to heaven.
I wanna know what happened in those final minutes,
Were you scared, did you really want it?
Was it peer pressure that lead you to plumet,
To your death...now you're forever off it!
I don't have a photo, only memories in my mind,
It's even hard to remember your face sometimes,
You got outta prison at half past nine,
Then 12 hours later, your body they find.
I if could swap places and give you a chance at life,
I would bite the bullet and take the knife,
But I can't, so all I can really do,
Is live my life in honour of you.
I love you Steve! R.I.P
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