The tears ive cried

knowing that i have lied

to you i should have never

the pan i have to take forever


The guilt i would gain

to know i caused you pain

its all my fault

to the future i had sought


now your gone and im alone

to know i wont see a message from u on my phone

how bad i wish i was next

to read that last text


its done now

i take a step back and bow

i am slowly moving forward

i take out my sword


End it fast..


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