I should have cut deeper,
I should have bled more.
It should have been the last of me,
The last the world would ever see,
Because everyone tries to hurt me,
They want to see my face replace the lace of faith within me.
Just before I bleached my hair,
I should have died then and there.
Maybe theres still time?
Still time to grow?
Yet I've been dethroned.
“Okie”Is all you ever say to me.
Never talking any time to fake the friendship you forged in charisma.
Fake me into saying I cared,
Knowing that I should have been prepared for being scared of losing the outlet I really cared for.
You were my favourite person three times over,
Just as many times as I've tried to reconcile my mind after I've been hurt.
The piles of trial and errors I've defiled to reconcile with you,
You say you care but is that true?
That you care for anyone that isn't him or you?
You know I really tried to keep my pride in the girl I always stood beside and I cried when I remembered the times I died because of you.
All I want is to be best friends again,
With the person I cared for most.
And if I cry before July I will have surly died by that time.
But now I am her ghost.
Which is why I lay here dying.
Do I take the chance and rekindle the friendship at first glance?
One last shot?
One last ride?
Time to say my last goodbyes.