It’s hard to say, that should have been me.
While still very much alive.
And you were way too scared to die
In case you did survive.
It’s hard to take another death
When it’s meant to be your own
When you wish it were you instead
If only you had known.
It’s hard when it is death by self
When your fates were intertwined.
It’s hard to see the devastation path
You could’ve left behind.
Maybe from another perspective.
It’s not so easy to see
But the truth is still out there.
It was either him or me.
