by A. Sophist

Created on: September 12, 2009   Last Updated: September 21, 2009

I'll apologize a thousand times, even if it doesn't change a thing

I'm sorry for the sadness and the tears I've caused - I must come clean

Lonely now is how I feel; alone again, I miss that fling

I'd take it all away from you, the pain you feel, that's so obscene

I wish that I was there for you, through winter and the fading spring.

I'll make it right, I promise you, I'll tear the script from ole Racine,

Then storm the gates of Salzburg, in the final, act I'd cut the string;

Become stronger than I was before, in a time when love was unforeseen

Now, all I have to hold on to... a cruel reminder that was your ring,

Which over time, has lost its gleam...

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