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