29 May 2012
The repetitive mistakes we made, I caused you constant pain.
And I still hear your voice by my window, through the rain.
My blood twists inside, creeps inside my veins.
To know I tore your wings as you flew, like fragile paper planes.
Then deceived you, stole your soul, stole your swagger
You were left defenseless, my sword against your dagger.
Forgive me, I beg, plead, cry... I cant, I'm sorry
They say life is written in pen, but we were just another story.
Not Perfect (Just Another Story) • Opuss № I