I've missed what we once had or did I 

imagine the perfection of colorful redemption,

I'm crowed by emotions, slammed to thick

walls without protection, we're not forgiven.

 

it's so hard to imagine the petals of today

can be the soil of tomorrow. A man with an ego

can be called an emotional hero to

people without morals. You seek

my forgiveness but you must first seek your

sickness of weakness.

 

Taunted by your smile and touch, and 

tainted by your harsh words and mistrust,

free my soul for the truth to be told, I'll 

rather cut my hair just to not declare;....

declare the one with my heart, the 

one I fought.

 

I'll forgive but I have nothing else to give.

I must not re-live for my life was not a fairy

tale. I'll grow mouth stash just to cover my heart

with one last dance, putting the memory away.

Why stray so far away.