Once I wrote about you, do you remember?
I guess it doesn’t matter now because you no more
But I once wrote “he wasn’t there for me” but do
You understand the irony right about now.

Now you not here for eternal and I can only
Wish if I’d said, I miss you, I love yet we both
Know that’s not the truth but it’ll stay buried
Within me the answers I needed from you.

When I first saw you I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t
Sad nor exultant but I was eager to understand
The truancy but I comprehended your eagerness
To hear those words “I forgive you”.

But all I ever thought about when we first met was
I am looking into the eyes of a man I grown blaming
For his absence and I was so convince I can never be
Him but worth it trust me it wasn’t because it was
The more I secluded self from the world.

Now that you have departed I wish I’d said “I forgive
You” because I had forgiven you but the pride was
Blinding me so if you’re out there, if you can hear
Me, you are forgiven…