i think about the best of me
and how you're the one that put it there
you told me he was amazing
i know that you could've been just like him

but you stopped believing
dreams were fantasy and you were bored
you slowly drifted away
my outstretched hand just wasn't enough

i stopped counting the years its been
i forgot the sound, the sight of you
but your hopes and dreams remained with me
you forgot them, off searching for some other truth

i heard the other truth found you
in the form of an ominous dead end
i wish i would've tried harder
to reach your slowly drifting figure

i still have the hopes and dreams
when i see them i miss you terribly
i wish that i could return them
but i fear you've forgotten their uses

sometimes i find myself thinking
what if i would've been able to catch you
or what if i could bring you back and tell you
that i've always loved you

can words change the past?