Untitled Song

I remember your death like it was yesterday, the angels came and they took you away.

He was my grandad, but my best friend too,

but compared to me, he was a god to me.

He gave me advice to help me by, but when they took you away, they took my heart away.

I told my friends about his death, but they said, while sighing,

we don’t care about your life story, it’s just because you want the attention and glory.

Then I thought to myself this can’t be true

all I wanted to do was talk about you and that they weren’t my real friends.

Then I walked away and started crying and I said to myself I feel like dying.

I got really angry and said to thee, do not fucking take the piss out of me.

I said to the heavens “where are you grandad?” I need advice and a helping hand.

I took my rage out on my family, yeah I was mad, I couldn’t help it, and I know it was bad.

A couple days I realised the wrong but what really helped me was writing this song

and the help of my grandad to right the wrong.