Grey and white, you mix like fresh snow mixed with old
Short you may be but tall is your understanding
Of me, with your eyes always following me
You know me well
Shadowy whisps of smoke travel across your body
As you flee from danger from yourself
From your surroundings that you've become so accustomed to
I'm afraid I'm very sorry that I couldn't save you
You are not old snow, You are fresh snow
I couldn't prevent what was to come
Sometimes I think it could've been my fault
No
It couldn't have been my fault for I am not a psychic dweller
Of the night
I remember so well the very moment where I recieved the telling
Of your untimly departure from this world
Walls built up around me
I pushed you out for just a little while
I didn't want to deal with you just then as the thought is fresh in my mind
Fresh is the word that comes to mind when I think of your
Spirit always lingering by my side
You think I don't see or feel you but I do
I pushed you back until the sticks of life were gone
Until I was all by myself and nobody could bother me
I burried my face in the rug on the floor of my bedroom
And wept
I'm sorry I couldn't save you
Short you may be but tall is your understanding
Of me
Why couldn't it have been me? Why couldn't you be alive now?
Four legs attached to the table of comprehension dwells withing death
You knew me well-You knew me well
You know me well
I can never forget you, I can never forget what you've done for me
I remember that fragile day where we saved you once
We couldn't save you twice
I am sorry
