I feel sad, and I don't know why
that when I feel sad, it makes me wanna cry,
but I don't know how somehow I don't want out.
Why can't I make good decisions?
Next time something comes my way it may be better to just let it alone.
Curious, she wandered in the field.
So careful, she chose the daffodil
to hide beneath and catch the mouse.
What goes around, it comes around.
And why couldn't I have ran and saved her?
For the one thing that she loved was to have someone there to love her enough.
So if we may unite when I shut my last eye,
save us a place to sit and remember the time
that we both would lay side by side.
Assuming that we'd be alive--
no reason to ever give a proper goodbye, goodnight, forever.