Every time I think of her, I think back to that night, everything was just right.
Time stood still picture perfect, photo worthy, all up ahead was light.
But now when I think of her all I can think of is her pain and how I let her go over a stupid mistake.
If I could turn back time to that night, I wouldn't change everything that was said, just my actions because I knew her heart bleed.
But now when I see her, it's only in a dream, she was too young to go, she still had so much to achieve but now because of me and all that was said and done, she'll never get another chance at love, her last thought was written on a note.
'I love you too' was all she wrote
