I wish I was at your funeral.
The funeral of the boy I knew.
But when was it?
My tearstains can't remember.
And frankly, neither can I.

I wish I realized sooner.
That you're no good for me.
But yet, I keep on coming back.
What even is wrong with me?

I wish I had you back.
The real you, that is.
Not the one who forces a smile.
But the one who truly cares.

I wish I realized sooner.
That words really do hurt.
That you must watch what you say.
But it's too late now, I guess.

I wish you knew, my good old friend.
How much I cared for you.
Well, the real you, that is.
Goodbye, and let the funeral begin.