If I'd known that five thirteen
On the seventeenth
Would be the very last
Before "I love you" became the past
I wouldn't have left you alone
I'd have said "around you I feel at home"
Because I will love you always
But my hearts as empty as these hallways
Because now you'll never love me back
And now whole world's turning black
Because my perfect angels gone
But still my love burns on

As it always will.