Repair
Trying to make amends will take time,
I'm living my life as if you've died.
I don't know what to say that I already haven't.
You say it's over but it's really just the beginning,
to find out who we really are inside while our whole world is set spinning.
Struggling to find our inner peace of mind,
doing stupid things we think are logical to unwind.
Will it always be a face off between us?
Tell me what I can do to repair the damage,
don't leave me hanging in revenge as part of your rampage.
If you're so sorry then why go on?
Seems like you're enjoying my suffering, till for me all hope is gone.
Will you end up like the people you love the most?
Alone and bitter of men to be seen like ghosts?
So much anger so much hate.
If you say it's not like you then why dose it surface with such haste?
I'm done, I'm tired of this cycle of pain,
cause I will always take the blame.
You're perfect and you've done nothing wrong, keep telling yourself this,
carry out your days knowing ignorance is bliss.
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