I was not that close to him, but I feel for his family and friends
R.I.P. Bud
November Night
We never really got a chance
To say goodbye
All we wanna know
Is if you are doing alright
We dream that one day
We'll see you again
High above the clouds
With a smile on your face
Oh, we hope you noticed us
On that cold November Night
Flames held strong
As the wind blew by
Oh, we hoped you noticed us
On that cold November Night
Hands held strong
As the wind blew by
Sorry if we bothered you
As we tried to say goodbye
Attempting to forgive ourselves
For our wasted time
Take us back to when
Everything was going fine
These autumn nights
Forever changed
Oh, we hope you were here with us
On that cold Novemember Night
Were you the wind?
Were you trying to tell us that you are alright?
Oh, we hope you noticed us
On that cold November Night
Flames held strong
As the wind blew by
Oh, we hope you noticed us
on that cold November Night
Hands held strong
As the wind blew by
-Evan7 ©
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Written - April 1st 2011 - 11th Grade
This song is dedicated to Andy Biersack, one of my idols.
Thank you for helping me find myself!
Been through hell and back to teach
An apparition to us all
Hear his words, sing them loud
An eminence of depression
His wisdom rings out
For the public to dissect
And have something to believe in
By being pushed so far down
He found who he truly was
Took his displeasure with a pen and paper
Now singing those words for the world to hear
All the way from Cincy, small town kid
Now rocking in the big cities
Each night he teaches
Us to become ourselves and to let no one stop us
Such a young age, such a great start
Been through hell and back to inform
A vision of ourselves in us all
Hear his words, sing them loud
-Evan7©
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Written - April 1st 2011 - 11th Grade
This song is dedicated to Andy Biersack, one of my idols.
Thank you for helping me find myself!
Pay Homage
Such a young age, such a great startBeen through hell and back to teach
An apparition to us all
Hear his words, sing them loud
An eminence of depression
His wisdom rings out
For the public to dissect
And have something to believe in
By being pushed so far down
He found who he truly was
Took his displeasure with a pen and paper
Now singing those words for the world to hear
All the way from Cincy, small town kid
Now rocking in the big cities
Each night he teaches
Us to become ourselves and to let no one stop us
Such a young age, such a great start
Been through hell and back to inform
A vision of ourselves in us all
Hear his words, sing them loud
-Evan7©
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