Place the flowers over my tomb when you miss me
Place the flowers over my tomb when you realize I'm 6 feet deep
Do you ever miss me?
Do you ever think about me?
Do you ever think about what we had?
Do you ever think about what we could have?
Do you think about the past as much as I do?
Am I just destroying myself over what seems to be nothing?
It feels like I'm just going in circles every single time I think of you I really can't help it
I feel like I'm being super selfish reminiscing over what we had and over what we can't have due to my stupidity
I regret everything
I wish I could do it all again
I wish to never lose another friend
It's making me become a mess again
Make a mess of everything it's all in the worst part of me
I hate everything down to the things I can't change
Down to my stupid chains Enough time has passed let me free at last
Place the flowers next to my tomb next time you visit me
Next time you visit me let me know how much you hated me