Only now, while I write in this notebook, do I realize that I treated you unfairly
This pen contains no lies lest you'd be foolish to seek conflict in this ink, I shall rewrite everything again just for you
I find a photograph taken of the two of us, we are standing on a beach, A seagull is cawing as it passes behind, but the sounds of his cries have faded away, As I gaze at that photograph, I wonder what meaning I should put into the smile i will give you when I die.
Spreading my feelings across time as I grabbed a piece of my past; how bitter it feels now that I have it, while you always pretended everything was fine though I know your hatred runs deep, I don't think you'll every forgive me but I can't say I expected you too
I have already wrote to much. Spoken too many empty words and lies. asking me to say less is asking that I commit fewer sins. I remember saying something similar to you that day at the beach... I told you I couldn't leave you anything at death beyond a smile... Please forgive me for not leaving anything. you still, however, have your imagination. Up to my very end you have seen significance in everything. Tell me... Do you forgive me?
Flipping though the pages now i relapse at everything that's transpired, So that blood is thicker and bonds never break sayings are starting to mean less to me, every time I turned around, every breathe I took in with you, every single time I looked at you, I couldn't help but feel like this day would come and you'd be crying your tears dropping like rain from the sky on my cheek, I realize there is meaning in death when you mean something to somebody
