Mine

A small bird in a tall tree sings a beatless song.
Me, standing under that tree, wanting to sing along.
Knowing soon your body will be underground.
And that I won't be able to make a single sound.
It only hurts worse when there's no one to blame.
And that right there, puts me to a certain shame.
But I'll lay a flower and walk away.
As if you were just another body to lay.
Today, after thirteen years, my best friend died.
Forever meant everything, now I wonder if one of us lied.
They say I'll move on in time, but how?
I just really need you now.
And forever.
But now I know it'll be never.
I don't even know how to say good-bye.
I'll just whisper to your lifeless body that you're still mine.