• I don't know what to do
    I don't know what to say
    I don't know what you feel
    But I do know that I want to stay

    Thats the last thing she said before she died.
    They had let her rot away inside.
    I tried to help her but she said no.
    She only said that I had to go.
    I stayed and she got pissed.
    She punched me in my face with her fist.
    I'm still trying to get the mark go away.
    When she punched I turned my head and said it was ok.
    She cried.
    She tried.
    I held her in my arms and watched the sunset while she was sniffing agains my shoulder.
    It was getting darker and colder.
    And when she finally fell asleep I lifted her up and went to her house.
    Her computer was on with a letter on mouse.
    I layed down beside her and stroked her hair.
    I stayed there that night because I thought it would be fair.

    She never woke up again.
    I didn't even cry.
    I suppose I still can't believe it.
    That it was her time.
    I loved her.
    I cared about her.
    I wanted to be with her.
    My friends stopped me when I tried to go to her.
    To just be with her for ever.
    I still think it's my fault.
    That I let her slip away.