I wish I could take back all the nasty things Ive said
replace them with whispered words in my head.
I would...in a heartbeat you would know.
Everything I find myself unable to show.
All the pain we've caused each other.
The underlying thoughts of love.
Stuck in a world of things.
we have never shown.
It's too little too late,
feelings of regret.
I keep changing my mind.
One second anger.
The next one its regret.
One time wishing we had never met.
But wait. the next one is coming on.
If I could write a song for you...here is what it'd say.
Im sorry for the way we are.
Behind every word I've said...
every moment in my head
Never once did I doubt that I loved you.
How can it be?
How can I be so wrong.
For so long.
Is there a good enough reason
that we ran out of time.
No chances left to piece together whats inside.
Neither one of us is perfect.
Sometimes we barely get along.
But everyday I ran to you when things went wrong.
How did we lose it?
Was it just not meant to be.
Why does it seem, that this hurts only me?
So cold...the wind from your voice.
So cold... remembering our past.
Lucky me...this chill will one day pass
replace them with whispered words in my head.
I would...in a heartbeat you would know.
Everything I find myself unable to show.
All the pain we've caused each other.
The underlying thoughts of love.
Stuck in a world of things.
we have never shown.
It's too little too late,
feelings of regret.
I keep changing my mind.
One second anger.
The next one its regret.
One time wishing we had never met.
But wait. the next one is coming on.
If I could write a song for you...here is what it'd say.
Im sorry for the way we are.
Behind every word I've said...
every moment in my head
Never once did I doubt that I loved you.
How can it be?
How can I be so wrong.
For so long.
Is there a good enough reason
that we ran out of time.
No chances left to piece together whats inside.
Neither one of us is perfect.
Sometimes we barely get along.
But everyday I ran to you when things went wrong.
How did we lose it?
Was it just not meant to be.
Why does it seem, that this hurts only me?
So cold...the wind from your voice.
So cold... remembering our past.
Lucky me...this chill will one day pass
