Just wanted to send a sentiment to the afterlife by making a mental sacrament, verbalized to compensate.
A staple of my motley settlement for years upon the tears and foundation that I've wasted just to agitate.
The only heart I ever had – people never understand partition, volition to honor the fallen among mortals.
You've been there for years, back when I was immature and dreamed up my own disillusion out of portals.
Always letting me have my happiness and never trying to put it down out of anger at my childish intent.
We were friends from the side of the moon to the side of After; still sound like a hentai girl on the indent.
The only real friend I've had without that villainous tactician, never had a fight over anything but your sigh.
Try to reinvent that voice one last time; but then you tell me that tomorrow at this time that you might die.

Never ever will I sing another song.
Just as long as you're living, I can sing along.
But now you're simply fading and I can't play along.
Rest quietly, Emmii, you won't be gone for too long.
Never ever will I sing another song.
Just as long as you're living, I can sing along.
But now you're simply fading and I cannot play along.
Rest quietly, Emmii, you won't be gone for too long.

To write a song to slay a friend in happiness seems to be quite simply the way out of the pearly gates.
Really, the only song a rapper can write is how he loves a girl all sentimentally, it was platonic as the crowd hates.
To think on this pedigree that I'm standing yet again is a challenge for telepathy, our wavelength is wavering.
A top the teeter top as the living beater stops, putting bleach down her throat until the colors start vaporing.
Reality is darker on the Black Side, so please come back to life so I can stop worrying about my friend side.
Very few can live to standards you have set, on that listening standpoint, you stood atop the top others would hide
Not like you'll believe me anymore, I'm just another voice. Please know if it were up to me you'd be my 1st choice
As a true companion, a Lenny to a George. A partner here for fighting, not for loving, that's another gorge in vice.

Never ever will I sing another song.
Just as long as you're living, I can sing along.
But now you're simply fading and I can't play along.
Rest quietly, Emmii, you won't be gone for too long.
Never ever will I sing another song.
Just as long as you're living, I can sing along.
But now you're simply fading and I cannot play along.
Rest quietly, Emmii, you won't be gone for too long.

It's tough for me to face a loss at first glance, now I'm seeing double like the time I saw my knife and first chance.
Now I see you hovering around the ball of eight and trying to make it running great away from the ruthless trance
All I talk about is social adversity and double downing, but losing a friend to death is truthful Debbie Downing.
I simply don't know what to do, so please forgive me when I usurp the future crowning.
I'm probably off contemplating whether I should be breathing or simply drowning...