Final Chapter
I’m sorry for the things that I’ve started
You know me, I didn’t want you to be broken hearted
What I said was not right; please let me rewrite my wrong
Seeing your bright smile(s), is what keep me strong
Knowing that you’re ignoring me, I wish I can swallow a pill and die
Knowing you’re not forgiving me, the tear in my eyes will not run dry
I’m human I’m going to make mistakes
Not knowing where you are, every night give me heartache
Searching all day and night even waiting till day break
Till the day you see me again it’s going to be the end
Then it will be too late to call me your friend
It won’t be nice but I’ll be in my Civic or what left of it
Laying there motionless and lifeless in the ditch
They will examine me and tell my parent how I passed away
Smiling down while they pray and shinning my bright rays
It does remind me of the song sung by Joee “Question of time.”
Before I go, let me see your face one more time
****I wrote this for all the guys who feel this way and once in a while I feel like this too. Sometimes life is something that is hanging on the edge or maybe it is imaging art.****
I’m sorry for the things that I’ve started
You know me, I didn’t want you to be broken hearted
What I said was not right; please let me rewrite my wrong
Seeing your bright smile(s), is what keep me strong
Knowing that you’re ignoring me, I wish I can swallow a pill and die
Knowing you’re not forgiving me, the tear in my eyes will not run dry
I’m human I’m going to make mistakes
Not knowing where you are, every night give me heartache
Searching all day and night even waiting till day break
Till the day you see me again it’s going to be the end
Then it will be too late to call me your friend
It won’t be nice but I’ll be in my Civic or what left of it
Laying there motionless and lifeless in the ditch
They will examine me and tell my parent how I passed away
Smiling down while they pray and shinning my bright rays
It does remind me of the song sung by Joee “Question of time.”
Before I go, let me see your face one more time
****I wrote this for all the guys who feel this way and once in a while I feel like this too. Sometimes life is something that is hanging on the edge or maybe it is imaging art.****
