I sit here listening to sad songs remembering what we had.
I listen to the lyrics for the first time and they discribe my pain to a tee.
I cry myself to sleep thinking about how I have hurt you.
But that doesn't mean anything to you now.
I am still that monster you once saw.
I am still that demon in your past as you grow up past the things we had.
I am just a faded memory no longer being used to make you happy.
I wish I could say sorry and it would all go way, but it doesn't work like that.