How can I express my remorse?
By leaving a wilted flower bouquet?
By paying my respects on this cold, rainy day?
How can I express what I feel?
An emptiness breathed out through my insides
A space between now and what's been...
How can I take it back in one plee...?
And I think
Why couldn't I open my eyes to the truth and see?
She's not really dead
I'll keep telling myself
She's not really gone, forever away
In reality, if I could only make her SURVIVE!
I wished to myslef, on her grave
She's not dead,
If only I could imagine her alive
How can I express how I'm sorry
That I ever let that little girl go
That played in my head
In her flower garden of Eden
And who's laughter I could hear miles away
How can I express my remorse
For the child that lives inside of me
The day that she went
I gathered her some wild flowers
That wilted in the hot sun of the day spent
I wished she'd come back
But I guess I scared her away
That little girl finaly fled
And now a big part of me
Is filled with emptiness
A big part of me
Is left dead