All That We Could Be
It was a snowy friday night and i layed awake in bed.
The torturing songs from earlier at school had still played in my head.
You didn't see all that we could be.
I felt every molecule of my body going weak and cold
consumed with the agonizing thoughts of how i lost control
and how i let my mind slip away.
Oh how the cherry red stains of your blood still haunt me today.
I wish I had thought we could be friends
I wish I hadn't let that alarm ring.
I was dazed
you were suffering
I'm amazed that I can breathe without you
We were inseperable
to me,
you didn't see all that we could be.
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