the times we cry looking at monologues of life
and how they're written the way they're not supposed to be
(the way we wanted it to be)
moonlight shines through windows reflecting
off of faces watching all of these times changing
the tears make mud on the ground.
kick them and think
it could've been different.

this 4 16 you will hardly smile
because you won't know there won't be anything worth smiling about
the loss you have, the love you lost,
and the hope that's in between
you tried to hold on to it
but you know there's no turning back to see
now when the tears make mud on the ground
you'll kick them and think
this could have been different

this 4 16 you will hardly smile
because you know there won't be anything worth smiling about
now when you miss your friends, you will just have to miss them
the loss you have, the love you lost,
and the hope that's in between
you tried to hold on to it
but you know there's no turning back to see
spent so much time tryint go correct thoughts
and not thinking good thoughts
of all the great times we had