I feel like such an idiot
'cuz I'm still crying over you-
I miss your sense of humor
and all the goofy things you'd do
For some strange reason I can't accept
the fact that you are gone...
No matter what my head says
in my heart it still feels wrong.
Just like the circumstances
of that horrid, lucid day...
Everything that happened
could've gone a different way
And if just one thing had been altered slightly
you'd be sitting here right now
I'm still struggling with the aftershock
of "what?" and "why?" and "how?"
I know it doesn't matter that I continue to deny
what took place on that fateful day-
I don't see why
you had to die..?
A million other outcomes
should've somehow taken place
Instead the cards fell heavily
and now you're gone without a trace...
I wish I'd listened carefully
to the lyrics of (that) song
at the very least I would've noticed
everything starting to go wrong
It's too late now to reminisce
on what I didn't say or do
At this point all I know for sure
is how bad my heart aches missing you.