I wish we'd met when we were younger
And not now, when we're bloody and scarred
You will say it was meant to be
But how I wish it was not
Now I don't know if I'm awake or asleep
Firing my guns at enemies I couldn't see
The bloodstains on you, is it from me?
Is it from you, my guts dragged out on the scene?
I wish we'd met when we were younger
We might still have figured it out
There was a chance at being perfect, beautiful
And not so perfectly, thoroughly marked.
