In my dreams, I rewrite the
words I spoke to you
that only made you hurt,
but I know that it
does not work.
I will write what
I can say; I am sorry
I spoke that way.

Now, the rest is up
to you; what will you
do with me?

In my dreams, I travel back
through spacetime;
I try to make you
mine, but it
takes ten lifetimes.
I will dream how I
might have been selected
by you;
I am sorry my dreams
did not come true.

Now, the rest is up
to you; what will you
do with me?

I am sorry, Sydnee;
I swept you off your
feet from afar, but it is better
this way.
If you had known me better,
I might have sent a dozen
letters.

The loving letter held
the truth, but I
would take
both of them away from
you.

I will write what I can
say; I am sorry
I spoke that way.

Now, the rest is up to
you; what will you
do with me?