Guilt of What's Best
Just when steady came to my heart
Then came what tore it all apart.
Losing what began to put me at peace.
Hoping I’d learn to let it be.
But it’s too late to fix what’s already been done.
And all I can see is the smoke from this gun.
The gun of my actions which made you cry.
The smoke of the tears yet to run dry.
And all of it’s my fault.
Please just put it on me.
Let me life my life in guilt
And set your burdened soul free.
It’s what I deserve
Maybe it’s what I need.
To suffer like you have
For the result of my deeds.
It makes me sick
To think that I hurt you.
It makes me cry
To know there’s nothing I can do.
I just wish
It didn’t have to be this way.
But I know
There is just no other way.
When the future comes
We’d have to let go.
And be content
Knowing we helped each other grow.
Even with that it’s still hard to live
Hoping now that myself I can forgive.
While you say you have forgiven me
My heart still lives in captivity.
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