when i think of our memories it hurts;
and i don't want it to hurt because they were the only things that you had left me with.
i don't want you to replicate them,
and i know that's selfish of me,
but it's a murder weapon and im at the scene;
knowing that she gets to hear you say i love you is the thing that killed me.
i died and nobody showed up at my funeral except for me.
im front row seat as tears run down my face telling god it should've never happened to me,
im also asking him why it had to be me.
what a tragedy it would be if through our apathy there was something that could have saved me.
we both stood on a bridge and told eachother that we would jump on three;
i took the leap and as i was falling i saw you say goodbye to me.
you waved your hand and as soon as i hit the water you were no where to be seen.
you expected that would have been the last of me,
that i wouldn't have survived such a disastrous thing;
but i...