Friday, October 29, 2010

'The Arson'

Sometimes it's hard to admit you're wrong, especially when it involves having hurt someone. Reflecting on such things sucks really, really bad. People talk about living without regret; but I can't because there are things I regret. No amount of sorry can change anything, but it certainly is a humbling feeling. I know everything happens for a reason, and yes, I learned my lesson but still... Ouch.

"The Arson"

I built you a home out selfish wood and I lit a match, without thinking
Each flame tore apart memories I'd saved of you
Your heart turned to ash, and I was the arson
Who fled the scene, went somewhere dark
Now all I have left are the charred remains of you


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