Alicia...

Those scrawny arms and,
That blonde little head.
Will anyone believe it,
When I tell them you're dead?

Will they cry and wail?
All through the night?
As I explain to them,
What happened in your fight?

He let you down,
He let you go alone.
Without somebody with you,
Or even a mobile phone.

Nobody and nothing,
But dirt is around,
Where you lay six feet,
Under the ground.

I'm sorry I wasn't there,
To stop it, to protect you.
I'm sorry I couldn't get there,
Just couldn't get through.

One day I really hope,
I'll see your face again.
Because, dear god, I miss you,
My very bestest friend.