Now there's stillness in the eyes of the girl who you had to leave behind
With all her dreams that you dreamt along with her
She wants you to know that this won't ruin them
                                               (not entirely anways)
She ask you to not remember her, but not  to forget her entirely either

"We could of been something"
She screamed when they cut the line

"We could of been something" she still freins but, now only to herself just to make it through the nights
Replying it as a heavy chest falls deep like it does for one's true love
Finally falling asleep to her own voice; the lingering thought which won't subside when she awakens
She'll push out memories throughout the day awaiting until she can again seek the refuge of the night
" We could of been something "
  " We could have of . . . "
    " could of. "