Forsight is Blind

Lying on the floor
red turning to black
dying behind that door
no way of coming back

there was no way
of foretelling this
no way of knowing
we were just kinds

i see her body
convulsing in pain
a part of me knows this
is better than living in shame

dying to get high
and begging for death
there was know way of seeing
thats how it would end

theres no way
that we used to want this
but if i said that
id be a hypocrite

i see her face
twisted in emptiness
we couldnt have known
that was the rest