You could be happy, and I won't know. But you weren't happy the day I watched you go. And all the things that I wished I had not said are played on lips 'til it's madness in my heart. Is it too late to remind you how we were? But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur. Most of what I remember makes me sure, I should have stopped you from walking out the door. 

You could be happy, I hope you are. You made me happier than I'd been by far.