I held your cold hand,
I knew something had to be wrong,
Staring into your eyes,
You lay on the floor
Struggling to breathe
From that point on i couldn't help
There was nothing i could do
And for that I'm sorry
I regret every moment
I should of helped
I should of done something
Anything...
But i had to just sit there by you
And stare at your problem
But your problem at that time was
Me...
How can you still love me?
For what i did?
Surely you must be Lying
Just admit it
You hate me now
I'm useless, unlike any other
I'm not like the others
So how can you possibly still like me?
I visited her family
The next dreary day,
I asked them why they're still talking to me,
I'm not like the other's I said.
As they said in reply.
The others aren't as special as you,
You where there for her
When she really needed you
No one else cared, No one else
can feel the grief your feeling now,
So why do they matter?
When you matter more to our family then you did before.
I let out a sigh as i said in reply...
I didn't help her when she needed me,
I didn't help her at all
So what sort of friend am i?
For what i have done?
She didn't need help,
She had to die, Like every other,
She didn't want you to help
You could feel it from her hand
The pain she wasn't feeling
No one could help her as much as you did,
The help you gave her, Just staring at her,
And thats the best-est help anyone could give.
