The dead don’t sleep That's the truth. Mother says I sleep like the dead all the time But really, i’m just tired He and I used to speak all night I talked, he wrote. The dead don’t hold balloons That's how I met him at first. I had a balloon from my birthday party He looked so sad I tried to give it to him I watched it float up into the sky The dead don’t know each other I’ve been so lonely lately Even though dad died a long time ago, they say It doesn’t feel like very long to me I asked about him once He shook his head at me The dead are powerful So powerful its scary I didn’t understand what was going on I had gone to get a drink of water Then I heard the sound And I tried to run The dead can’t be killed again Something for which i'm grateful for years later While I fled futility, he fought for me. He cut the bad man down, Then he disappeared Leaving me to the fame and blame The dead don’t show themselves to five-year-old That statement is false They say i’m traumatized And I made it all up They are wrong For he was real, and he was my friend.
HA if someone can tell me what this is based on they get a follow
