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I wanted you to understand we weren't magic.
There was nothing godly about us or
Any reason for idolization.
In fact there's nothing more human
Than the self destruction we acted on.

We were chasing demons,
You were just chasing us.
And I sympathized with you
I'd been there.
So desperate to fit in you'll latch on
To anything.

You were younger, more passionate,
And filled with so much more wonder
Than any of us. We didn't deserve you.
Under different circumstances
I would of made you my lover
Or at least a closer friend.

Your innocence and naivety the things
That made you so damn charming
Would turn on you
And become your downfall.

My biggest regret is when I broke free,
When I got sober
I didn't try harder to get you
To come with me.

I still remember that cold December night.
You sang Christmas carols by yourself
And I thought your voice so beautiful
That I wept. You asked "what's wrong?"
And I didn't know how to articulate
The awe and wonder you filled me with.

The night I told your mother
This was all I could think of.
I didn't have the heart to tell her
How I found you. I lied
And said you were beautiful to the end,
But your glazed over eyes
Still haunt me.

I sobbed right along with your mother,
And it hurt in ways I didn't think possible.
I wanted her to be angry,
To blame me for something
I felt like I could of prevented.

Now when some young wonder
Enters my life I think of you,
And I do everything to distance myself
From them. Because I fear
That people like me are poison,
That you'd still be alive
If you had never met me.