i wasn't supposed to hear the last words you ever spoke,
wasn't meant to scream, beg, cry for you to stay,
we had a future planned, a dream at hand,
but dreams are such terrible things.
you weren't supposed to die before me,
and you weren't supposed to leave me,
and this isn't the way that the world should work
except, i guess, it is.
there's nothing i can do at your grave
just stand there and cry tears you'll never wipe away
and even amidst the noise i can't help and think
but we were supposed to live forever.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
i wasn't supposed to hear the last words you ever spoke,
wasn't meant to scream, beg, cry for you to stay,
we had a future planned, a dream at hand,
but dreams are such terrible things.
you weren't supposed to die before me,
and you weren't supposed to leave me,
and this isn't the way that the world should work
except, i guess, it is.
there's nothing i can do at your grave
just stand there and cry tears you'll never wipe away
and even amidst the noise i can't help and think
but we were supposed to live forever.
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