Prophecy rewrite

Lost in his own mind,

thought I was something that'd never die,

but the memory fades.

Time moves faster,

lost in a haze of rhythmic chatter,

oh, but he had to go.

Mom wouldn't let me go

a better woman would've fled,

but I looked in your face and said

Please, try to remember me,

follow by my lead,

just look at me and see

the girl you held when she was three,

please, I'm begging see

me.

Walk away while you're able,

she said to me like I was stable,

oh, but how could I be?

Tried to get through,

I pushed hard and almost broke you,

and I know I did.

Please, try to remember me,

follow by my lead,

just look at me and see

the girl you held when she was three,

please, I'm begging see

me.

And I can never admit,

but I mourned more alive than I did in the instance,

a smarter woman would've known,

but at the time I wasn't grown.

And I feel disgusting,

standing with my mother at an open viewing,

a greater woman sees life,

but even children feel the light be sucked dry,

before their eyes,

it was mortifying,

seeing him lonely.

I'm working overtime,

to rewrite the crime,

of not being there when I should've.

Please, try to remember me,

follow by my lead,

just look at me and see

the girl you held when she was three,

please, I'm begging see

me.

I shouldn't have regrets,

but he just could not remember,

and I didn't see.

Hang up pictures of him and me,

I guess a lesser woman could've moved on,

A wiser woman showed grace,

and tears fell straight from my face.