Isn't it sad that the ones we love
are the ones that hurt us most
tears of pain and sorrow
i will keep until the morrow
for the pain that has been caused
seems to have my time in pause
this dreaded life has had me thinking
and many times has sent me drinking
but that is over, final, and done
at times i feel like picking up a gun
squeezing the trigger and letting it sing
watching my blood flow, feeling the sting
watching the shells fall from the chamber
hitting the floor with fury and anger
i've been hearing her song in many a dream
but never alone feeling the sting
for i awoke before any such thing
why did i say what was on my mind
why did i push someone so kind
i wanted to help and just made it hard
why did i say such things with little regard
im sorry for the words that came out through my mouth
im sorry for the fact that i had much doubt
why do i doubt i know not why
for as far as i know she's told me no lie
and so i lie here in this bed of death
begging forgiveness and waiting for wrath
begging forgivness while on my knees
begging forgivness and paying its fees
im sorry if ever i betrayed your trust
im sorry, but your forgivness i need, i must