In those discouraging days,
I always missed the mark,
When we were comfort and close,
I would neglect to keep
You safe and unexposed,
A portrait of time repeats,
This moment now replaced with an empty wish to give, I give, I gave.
I gave my everything for all the wrong things,
In this cold reality, I made this selfish war machine,
Oh, this has become hell,
How can I share this life with someone else?
I promise you, there is no weight that can bury us,
Beneath the ghosts of all my guilt,
Here in the dark side of me.
Now in your absence I wade though the coursing, lonely, lost,
And in this tragic dismay, I never could believe what I became.
I couldn’t give you what you needed,
It’s all my fault,
Too coward to believe I lost it all.