we were once youngnwith reckless bloodnour parents(still needs work) had said ''those kids, they think they're in love''nbut that's just a wordna word can't definenthe feeling that I would rather dienthan forget the happiest time of my lifenwhen we were youngnnmaking mistakesnis apart of lifenbut couldn't they happen when I was much oldernwhen Inhad someone to losenother than younnothing is more painful than the truthnnot even my honesty could savenyou from passing awaynnseconds and minutes and hours and days upon weeks into monthsninto years into decades of time that I wished I had spentnloving you til your deathnmy final regretnis before you diednI didn't dry your eyesnnif someone out therencan hear my voicenI only ask that if you're given a choicendon't tell any liesnnot one single lienremember my dying words oh I have wasted my lifetime allncause Inwas too youngnto know what was love