Sixteen, Black Sunday Testo

The corner where they died
a momument for life
the withered flowers are still
where I laid them down
so hard to visualize
what went wrong that day
it's crazy to realize
I am still alive

Evil forces explain your deed why did they suffer and die

As I walk towards
the graves of my friends
I think back and smile
at the beautiful times we had

So they left me here
I'm all alone
the question arises
will I follow or will I stay