-Crimson Regrets.-
With an awkward smile pressed to your lips...
Just another Blues
but winter tears...
Here we stand, upon jet black sands:
the waves keep time with the fragile throbs...
Little did I know
that every time I wrote...
The days are sad and the nights be long,
I think to myself where did I go wrong...
I paint this sorrow to match your eyes
filled with emerald dew of the words unspoken...
I wake up to the cracked
whites of the ceiling...
Seems like a long year
since yesterday...
Theres a burning feeling inside my soul
I really dont see many life goals...
Yes I know you are gone because I broke up with...
Yes I know I messed up yet again...
Its too late to let it go
too late to apologize for your sins...
I was sitting on the couch last
night flipping through...