One, two, three,
I know we were meant to be,
Endless romance created by we.
You picked me…

Four, five, six,
My broken heart you fix,
Laughter we mix.
Our names written with sticks…

Seven, eight, nine,
Sitting together under pine,
Our love we sign.
Together we’ll be fine…

Ten,
Eternity written with a silver pen,
Never giving up we try again,
Our love stronger than any has ever been.
You are my biggest sin…

My friends,
They’re lifeless stubs,
Jutting from the ground
I can’t recall how they looked
How they sounded
As the breeze
Touched their long arms
Making them rustle and creak
I stand alone
In an area of vast emptiness
My friends, murdered before me
Chopped, slugged, and pulled down
And I am Regretfully
The only one left standing

A rainy day
Would make this moment perfect
As I count the seconds in my head
And find no amount of time
Would ever change the mood

It's a almost dream come true,
Almost picture perfect.
It's only lacking one thing
Something misplaced,
Something missing...

As seconds turn to minutes
And the minutes just drag on
They feel like days, endless

I could be missing you,
Though I know I am
It's not a surprise...

Warm weather, summertime
It's months away
Just like you're out of reach.

Wishes seemingly useless,
Just like time, just this mood.
This lonely feeling,
I can't rid myself of, emptiness

I know it’s too late to say sorry,
But I have to apologize for all that I have done wrong.
I know you’ve moved on,
But I’m still thinking of your memory.
I know what we had is gone,
But I still hope you forgive me.
I know I’m probably opening up old wounds,
But I just want to get out what I need to say.
I know I was terrible person, an even worse friend,
But all I ask is that you read this and kind of understand
I know that you were hurt, and that I’m at fault,
But at least know that I regret it all…

I find faults in my own actions,
I try, but I’m miles away from perfection.
Although it seems to be a fictional word,
After so long, it still has so many definitions.
As ages pass, they’re reworded, rephrased; but
Time seems so irrelevant to me,
Just a useless measurement of our life.
With no actual control, it rules us.
I find no safe state of mind
As I sink into my own misery.
I’m drowning in my own sorrow...