It Could Be Our Last~

What's the point of being mad?
When really we should just be glad.
We yell and scream so loud,
Just so we can make the crowd.

The words we say could be our last,
And our memories would remain in the past.
What if the last words you said,
We hurtful, and now you're dead.

You'll die not being able to say,
The words you wanted to everyday.
You would've never got the chance to tell,
About the day that your heart fell.

When you saw that special person,
And you knew they were the one.
But now you're gone, and you never knew,
How they felt about you.

It's not worth the pain,
To have your words be insane.
They could be your last,
Just something of the past.

For we never know,
When it's our last day.
So lets just look below,
And let the pain slip away.