I wonder will she ever 4give me,
Because her heart is as cold as stone,
So I left an apology at the door of her soul,
And found out her soul was gone.

I must admit I was wrong,
2 be gone;
When she needed me the most,
She just wanted 2 be a number in my life line,
But all I wanted was 2 be ghost,
Let no one close,
And eventually fade away 2 the serenity of nowhere,
The care,
That I once manifest spoiled in the belly of my heart,
Due 2 a bite that bleed venom from a sexy snake,
But no matter what it takes,
I vow 2 save her from the artic chill in her chest,
My thoughts weave through my mind and lay empty nests,
Just 2 wonder…

… will she ever 4give me,
Because her heart is as cold as stone,
I left an apology at the door of her soul,
And found out her soul was gone.

I must admit I was soaking in the sea of my own emotions,
And I didn’t realize that she was drowning in it,
Struggling 2 stay afloat…
Longing 2 be a passenger on the boat…
that lead to the bays of my interpersonal circle,
She was dying
She was dying 2 be me friend,
And I left her 2 fend for dear life
Because my life was in a tropical depression,
A state of emergency,
But now with an urgency,
I beg for her forgiveness,
I cry out for her understanding,
Demanding nothing,
But asking for the opportunity 2 heal open wounds,
And yet I wonder…

…will she ever 4give me,
Because her heart is as cold as stone,
I left an apology at the door of her soul,
And found out her soul was gone.