My eyes are squeezed shut begging for a beautiful awakening
I want to wake up in the bed i spent most of my years.
My strongest desire is to cancel out the memories constantly replaying in my head
Often times i stumble between if I\'m really suited for living among the living rather than the dead
The cost of friendship never seemed like a difficult purchase
Until he left my side without hesitation
Better yet, when he took his own life for what I only could assume was in vain
I can\'t tell what hurt more his choice or my immediate reaction
I told him to not be a drama queen, and now he\'s dead
My strongest desire is to believe that things would have ended up better if I was at the other end of that blade
There wasn\'t a wound he wouldn\'t mend, there wasn\'t a dream he wouldn\'t support
I told him to not be a drama queen, and now he\'s dead
these words just keep repeating in my head.
He would have never said that to me no matter how petty the cry might seem.
I would like to call this life\'s biggest lesson
But I don\'t want to call it anything because then that would mean that this isn\'t a dream
If I could trade my last breath to give you a million more
would you forgive me?