7 acessos
Sometimes I sit and think about all the times I never gave a damn, how
my actions affected those around, I never stopped to think that anybody
ever cared about me. I wonder if it is a bit too late to reverse the
feelings of their hate, I want to say that I apologize, I'm trying to
redeem myself but I still want to keep my pride. When I think of
yesterday I can see there's nothing more for me, I want to think about
tomorrow, time just fades the pages from my book of memories, I want to
think about tomorrow. The brutal things I said and all the people hurt,
I hope they forgive me, the brutal things I said and all the people
hurt, I'm glad those days are gone.