In His Eye...

There was something in his eye I could never forget.
Somehow familiar yet different in every way.
Fallen victim to the lie, bitten and poisoned.
Suicidal tendencies begin flooding his mind.
I couldn't bare to look but I wouldn't turn away.
Watched him die and the impact made me regret not doing something more.
Dangled from the branch, the same look in his eye.
Caught a glimpse of peace in his lifeless face.

Why is it you're appreciated the most after the moment you've died.
Suddenly they care but at this point it's too late.
I'm hearing his voice in my head, seeing tears streaming down his cheeks.
It's hurting me most because this was something I could have prevented.

I blame myself.
This weighs upon me.
I blame myself.
It's all my fault.
I blame myself.
I blame myself.

Can I call you selfish to at least ease this pain.
Despite me feeling guilty, the truth is it isn't my fault.
Can I call you selfish to at least ease this pain.
Somewhere within the confusion I could have done much more.

I'm sorry, I don't deserve to be called your friend.
I'm sorry, I won't pretend like I don't hurt.
I unwillingly face the hero I refused to be.
You paid for my mistake and left me while smiling.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry...