I realized to late, when losing people
It's not much different of being dead
Mad at myself because I've lost the only chance I had
And now I see it, now I feel it
The arrow from your castles' steeple
Will work no better than disregard
But I don't want everything back, my soul is crippled
I did it to myself, I shot myself right in my own heart
'I'm sorry' is the only thing I would like to say
And I will wait for your forgiveness just as much time as it will take
May I be damned by your thoughts, for I was frightened by my deeds
I am no longer who I was, I am no longer what I need.
I am no longer what I need. I am disgusted with myself
I live with it. And everyday... I pray... In my own way
I live my own life. It is a lonely place... I wont survive
You wont survive... But you can try... You have to try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem