She left me,
She killed me,
My trust,
Has faded,
She killed it.
Did she not?
Or was it me?
Was I becoming distant?
Did I trust her too easily?
Was it me that killed her?
Did I leave her...

It's my fault,
I left her,
And now,
Both of us are dead.

Sitting here I'm thinking in a mind full of vain,
Replaying the risky game,

I should have stayed,
I should have stayed...
Why didn't I stay?

A friend I stopped being long ago,
I left with a reason that is still unknown...
The plot goes in a twisted way,
A story has been wavering in its place.

She speaks bad of someone we know,
However I trusted her so and so.
Two months go by and it gets worse,
I soon start noticing someone is using her.

I try to tell her,
My warnings went unheard;
However her cries of mercy surely will.
She now asks me for some help,
But I no longer know what I should tell her about.

Anger I feel every now and then,
Is normal for me yet I still pretend.
Friends come and go, that I see,
Yet I'm asking myself what's wrong with me.  

I get hurt, I get blamed,
I've been playing a dangerous game.
Anger and loneliness I've been feeling for a while,
Is no longer here,
So why am I still full of Guilt and Sorrow...

If she's still alive can I ever tell her I'm sorry?*

I'm sorry till the bitter end....