It's going to be just bad from here on out
Longing is a pain that only those who go through it feel
I don't feel the vibe anymore, in the late nights when we were crazy
My Bali cigarette and your whiskey with coconut water
Everything is a passage when there is nothing significant
My memory is a drawer where I kept the photos from the shelf
Your whistle calling to play our soccer
With cut fingers we were sick with our kite string

You will be missed, my ally was real
You will be missed, there was no vanity between us

Honestly life is short, but tell me whose fault it is
Of those who always make excuses not to hug
And always live in dispute but when you lose a recruit
It's absolute certainty you die crying
I miss your absence in my soccer
There's no topic in the script on a sunny Sunday
Where are you with your advice that I didn't even listen to
And that way of enchanting that only kids had
Desire to live that I've never seen equal
Made me smile until we got sick
Surely he was an angel loose in the city
That God was already sad feeling longing
Rest in the arms of the Father of love
Who said that friends never loved each other?
I love you and it's hard to accept
The fights and the TV remote
I swear I'll let you change
The series that I couldn't miss
Your whistle calling to play our soccer
With cut fingers we were sick with our kite string

You will be missed, my ally was real
You will be missed, there was no vanity between us

Don't let go of my hand when there's no breath left
Hard to accept that everything in this life has an end
The hardest thing is to forget you
And those hangouts that we made eternal
The hardest thing is to look and tell whoever's asking
If you're at home

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