When the sun went away and the moon turned his way, I hope he thought of me.
When his sense flew away and his mind became crazed, I hope he thought of me.
When he stopped praying and wishing for his Juliet to come, I hope he thought of me.
When she broke his heart and his life burst apart, I hope he thought of me.

When his mother was widowed and he cried in his pillow, I hope he thought of me.
When the thunder and the lightning wouldn't go away, I hope he thought of me.
When her boyfriend decided to come and beat him up, I hope he thought of me.
When his sister closed her eyes for her very last time, I hope he thought of me.

Because I thought of him all the time and wished only for him to be happy.
Because I loved him more than anybody in the world and wanted always to be with him.
But now its too late. Now its too late. Now it is just simply too late.
He didn't think of me when he took a deep breath and killed himself.