Guilt over a heartbreak,
That I myself did cause;
Guilt over his feelings,
His goodness, and his laws.

He shouldn't have fallen for me,
No; I'm only a foul.
And now all that I can see
Is the guilt, branching constantly
Turning itself into a tree,
Something for only me to keep.

Give it away, give it away!
Screams the voices inside of me,
But what they know is only, per say,
A selfishness that won't guide me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
For all the feelings I've caused;
I'm sorry for what I've done,
I'm really, quite sorry for all.