I should have said happy birthday, almost a year ago. I waited for a good moment, one never came. I should have said happy birthday.
And now you're gone, and all have repressed, you'd dead and gone and never coming back. So many things that I have said, and so many that I haven't, I regret every day I spent around you ever since fifth grade, seven years I had of chances, but I just let them go. I should have told you that you were like my hero, I wanted to be you. I wanted to be more like you, or maybe even with you. I would have ecstatically settled for being your friend. I regret every thing I said, I regret it all, just so you