I'm gonna keep feeling judged,
I'm gonna feel unefficient
I'm gonna feel critized
And it's normal.
It's easy to do it when you were never involved
It's easy to come clean the bomb after it exploded
You were never there when they needed help
Things were a tragedy, a fatal one
He made a bad choice to be with the wrong friends
He made a bad choice to do what he wasn't supposed to
And he also had the bad luck,
He never knew the police would be there
And no one expected they would fire 7 bullets on him.
He'll never grow up
We'll never knew what he could have been
Whether it was someone "good" or "bad"
We'll never know.
And I'm sad
Cause he's not here
Cause most people don't care
And some are even happy
I'm sad cause now he's just the bad example
But it's too soon for me to use it that way
Today is a week since he left
Since his life was taken away
I can feel the anguish in my throat
I can still listen to his voice in my head
And I still wish things would have been different
I hope a lot of things, I want a lot of things
But the best for me to do is just live this moment
Sit and cry if I feel like it
Think about him and his family
Remember this was a tragedy
And wasn't my fault
(although my head says otherwise)
