i wish I was the one that got away
that way I would've meant something
that way my tears wouldn't have fallen in vain
that way my pain would have had a purpose
i wish I was "the one that got away"
instead of a pastime
Like a game of snake
Or a stick of gum
I wish I was "the one that got away"
that way you would've lost me
because you would've loved me
i wish I was "the one that got away"
that way my name would be synonymous with nostalgia
instead i am the dried blood on the blade of a knife you've hung up on your wall
im a story you tell your children
a "bad thing" you did
A reminder of why it's wrong to cut
Proof that all wounds do not heal
instead I am a mistake
a "turning point"
im part of the "old" you
I would've much rather been "the one that got away"
