The

Choice of leaving things undone, or not even getting the chance to fix everything
Maybe to fix everything it would be easier to end it all in one moment.
To have your moment cheated away from you, is a completley different story.
One person, gone in a matter of hopeless time.
Why couldn't it have been me?
Why would you desire to be the one being remembered, insetad of being the one forgotten?
To be disposable tissues for the time when you have no other choice.
To be the expense of new flowers for the grave.
Why couldnt it have been me?
To be left with musical recordings of you
and to be remembered as a freind.
Why couldn't it have been me?
I'm loosing grip on things
Why couldn't it have been me?

R.I.P