My baby.
My baby is gone.
Gone forever.
Because you never were my baby, Rachel.
And you were never really mine, either.
But I still love you Rachel.
I'm sorry I pushed you away.
I'm sorry I didnt let you.
I didn't let you tell me you were dying.
But if you did.
If you did tell me.
I would've pushed harder.
Because your're not my baby.
You're all grown up.
But you're dying.
So you'll never get to be a grown up.
I'm sorry I hurt you Rachel.
We sang,
"Life Killed The Dream I Dreamed."
But I dreamed of you.
I dreamed of you Rachel.
And you're dying.
So I guess,
Death killed the dream I dreamed.
And that dream was you.