The times we cry looking at monologues of life And how they're written the way they're not supposed to be (The way we wanted it to be) Moonlight shines through windows reflecting Off of faces watching all of these times changing The tears make mud on the ground. Kick them and think It could've been different. This 4 16 you will hardly smile Because you won't know there won't be anything worth smiling about The loss you have, the love you lost, And the hope that's in between You tried to hold on to it But you know there's no turning back to see Now when the tears make mud on the ground You'll kick them and think This could have been different This 4 16 you will hardly smile Because you know there won't be anything worth smiling about Now when you miss your friends, you will just have to miss them The loss you have, the love you lost, And the hope that's in between You tried to hold on to it But you know there's no turning back to see Spent so much time tryin' go correct thoughts And not thinking good thoughts Of all the great times we had