Sorry

Nothing left for me to say there hasn't been a day
I wasn't lost in regret left with nothing
More but memories, broken, and abstract
Twisted from the roots nothing like how they used to be
Hatred ran this war and it won all that it could
And we lost so much more then that war
We lost each other we lost it all

In all good faith is there more
We fed each other in gluttons path
Shut each other out side the door
Trapped in the web of regret i spun myself
No more resources no more tears
They all turned to dust
We are not the night writers, more like the hatred writers

In these word you'll find no hate,
Nor a tear will be shed
If this is the way it must end i pity not you but me
For letting such a good thing end
But i gave in to myself to much to let fate bend
You nor i took that chance now it to late to say
Goodbye my friend, you listen to me well but
Maybe not well enough to slow this pain