The chagrin of losing incarnates itself
letting the heart drown and drench
in the pool of shattered hopes
All we left with are those paths we never took
should haves and if only s feeding on our self
and the music we embrace are the silent notes of agony
Welcoming pain as a reminder of being
blinded by the darkness of fate
The doors are open but all we see is the window thats closed
the chagrin never leaves the heart
squeezing out the reminders for a smile
the chagrin of losing kills the hope and
the dreams we adored will be turned to stone