How was I supposed to know your most beautiful words would be your last?

It's a shame they came in the form of an apology.
You could have reached out, I swear I would have taken your hand.
I would have stayed up all night to convince you it's alright,
that you don't ever need to hurt yourself.

But I guess you did what you had to do
in order to get back at me, and earn my final sympathies.

I wish I could have told you I loved you
or that I was trying in my own way.
But I guess that if you killed yourself,
that you already must have knew.