"I'll see you soon."
was the last thing he told me.
right before i had a chance,
a chance to stop him.
but thats the way he wanted it.
he didn't want to be remembered that way.
thats the way i try not to think of him.
but every time i hear his name.
i think of him.
think of his body.
the way that he left it.
the way i saw it when i walked in.
all the tears i cried.
all the flowers i gave.
why did you have to leave me?
why did you have to do it like that?
i understand though.
i forgive you.
i just should have been there with you.
i just should have seen the signs.
it's all my fault.
but now i want to follow.
you left me that path.
i deserve that path.
it was all my fault
i went down it but not to the end. i found a new one.
and that one made me smile.
that one gave me hope again.
but now that smile is gone.
i remember why i didn't hope.
it only left me back the path.
the path you left me to follow.
it was my fault it was there.
I'm sorry.
maybe i will see you soon.
