i wrote this on sunday i believe...

"Yester"
... As each day flies by, I start to grieve a bit more then the yes-ter/Folk keep askin if Im alright, and all I can say is "yes sir"/Cuz Im tryin my best 2 keep my head held high/But still cant help but to ask myself "why?"/Both my heros, fallen to a heartache/So now my heart in-fact/Is jus so very un-intact/I was told that everything's covered/I was confused b4, now everything's cluttered/And the last words I uttered, was "see you soon"/And as humans, we assume/That your last words, are never your last/And if ever Im asked/If Im filled wit regret, you can bet/That my answer is "yes sir"/Cuz each new day is a bit more then the yes-ter...