She says she sorry for all she's done.
I give up, I'm sorry you've won.
This pain has no rewards...
Nothing but truths revealed.
I hope your happy...I've tried, I've kneeled...
Still confusion lurks inside..
Why do some have so much pride.
And yet, there is not one loss...
But the chance or more.
This is the greatest side of pain.
I never knew this was in store...
I never even knew one felt that way.
She's yet to talk to me herself.
I look for an answer...to the heavens, I pray
For the pain of uncertainty is more intense then pure rejection.
I hope the friendship is not broken...without some simple correction.
Why is it that those we love most...
Why is it that those we need...
Why is it that those we truly cherish...
Are the ones that leave...leaving us to bleed.
Blood stained tears...forever hurting, forever wondering, what you could have done different...what you could have said...why is it that you can never change what has been done, or that if you had another chance things would not be perfect either, why is it that we always lose those we love...it must be...
