What do you do when you’re too afraid
To answer when someone speaks
When someone expects a response
But from your lips nothing leaks?
What do you do when you know there’s pain
And you cannot ignore it
And yet if you try to help
All you do is keep the flame lit?
Is life really so unfair when someone makes mistakes
That when they try to make it up
It ends with more heartbreak?
Is it true that when you sin
There is no reconciliation
Granted towards your past deeds
And there is no compensation?
Is it true that once you speak
Your word is forever remembered?
If it’s good then you’re in luck
But otherwise you test people’s temper?
Once you know that it’s too late, “I’m sorry” is not your friend.
No matter what you say to them,
It’s over, you’ve lost a friend.
Is this cycle doomed to repeat as others grow in age?
To make more friends to no avail,
To lose them thanks to rage?
Alas, I feel the pain of this
The mentioned fruitless folly
I can feel my heart writhing in pain
Drowning in melancholy.
Yes I’ve lost, I’ve ruined it all,
A mistake that can’t be undone!
It’s all my fault, whether intentional or not,
And the suffering is not fun.
To you my friends, those who remain,
I beg you with my soul,
Please tell me what I need to do
To lose you all no more.