And tonight... Tonight I lost another of the side. I imagine inheriting guilt while his eyes stops fixing on mine. It is not knowing the root of all causes that kills. It is not fighting enough that hinders. It is wake that taunts me. It is distance that incites even more avoidance in the already secluded self. What is my saying of sorry at the end of the day. How graceful would you be of the quarter of pain I revealed? Would I then once again be painted black again. Would you be graceful enough. I await, I await for your hatred to haunt me night and day.
I'd say i'm sorry for dropping what you and I wanted but what really does my sorry amount up to at the end of the day.