With a memory limited so,
and this voice inside of my head,
it would enlighten you to know,
that my only regrettes are the paths I've missled,
but you don't yet know what I've done,
So how can I appologise for the unseen monster?
that runs rampid on every one,
and nobody knows what it will cost her,
when the words excape my head,
clueless to the pain she will feel,
the dreams of being dead,
I wish this truth was never real,
when it's another who holds this heart,
I have no controll over what she'll do,
her open heart struck by a well aimed dart,
thrown from what she never knew.