My failure hangs about my shoulders
like a heavy cloak of chains.
If only....
Your disappointment colours every conversation,
your anger is like smoke obscuring your vision.
And I think, "if only..."
Words cannot erase,
promises cannot undo
the things that were said and done.
I wanted to be perfect
but I could only be me -
Imperfect and broken,
looking for what I already had,
finding only death and destruction.
And I sigh, "if only..."
like a heavy cloak of chains.
If only....
Your disappointment colours every conversation,
your anger is like smoke obscuring your vision.
And I think, "if only..."
Words cannot erase,
promises cannot undo
the things that were said and done.
I wanted to be perfect
but I could only be me -
Imperfect and broken,
looking for what I already had,
finding only death and destruction.
And I sigh, "if only..."
