Walking along the shoreline
The waters lick our feet, then recedes back to the...

I love the way you play with your hair
The way it twirls and curls...

The ice cold blade
Pierces through skin and flesh...

Im sick of telling you I love you
And receiving back the same words...

Why did you do the things you did?
You gave the impression...

I hate myself for not listening to my instincts
And walking with my heart...

As I sit here in the blowing wind
I think about you and wonder...

I'm sorry for not being there when you needed me
I'm sorry for being there when you wanted me away...