If I had known you'd be gone too soon, I would've kissed you one last time.

Our last face-to-face was a look a rage.

Our last words were I hate you's.

I blame you, I blame the world, I blame myself.

How could I, how could you?

Secrets broke us apart, our chemistry fading into the rain, sharp edges cutting at our hearts.

Now, what is this feeling in me above your grave?

What do you call a mixture of pain, nausea, anger, and regret?

This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to go this soon. You weren't supposed to be in that car on that road. You weren't supposed to tossed like a carton of eggs to your death.

I never even got to tell you how much I love you.

Horrible isn't it, that when I finally realized it, you aren't alive to hear my tell you?

"I love you."

If you are this breeze tangling my hair, I mean every word.

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