I thought it was sorry that was the hardest word...
well it always seemed to be, for you anyway...
You told me you were sorry
that you'd never hurt me again...
I thought I could not write
If I was not saddened or depressed...
Day in and day out,
I stand here without doubt...
I found the card I wrote to you
In the back of my desk draw...
There was a girl who was only eight,
The colour drowned down from her face...
I will shar with you my coffe cup
I will share with you my last cigarette...
Upon my shelf of memory
Lies a box without a key...
Take my broken wings
and make them fly again...
Cannot work out what I did
What I did to make him mad...
My dearest friend and allie,
It hurts me just so much...
Time goes by
I wonder why...