Sunday, 26 August 2012

For Zach

I thought that I'd been aiming higher
but you still got caught in crossfire
Friendly fire is just as deadly
as bullets sent intently

I'm sorry for the shouting
Feel bad about the fighting
Wish you'd never heard the words
or seen the clashing of our swords

I'm sorry for the swearing
This suit of hate I'm wearing
All the thunder and the lightning
the squeeze of stomach tightening

I'm sorry for the screaming
The waking of the dreaming
I never meant to make you sad
You're the best thing I ever had

Please forgive me for the treason
There's no excuses in the reason
that would mend the trust that's broken
or believe the words I've spoken

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