Like a whisper
Or an echo of a ghost
Dead silence swept through
On dim lit holes
That day you left
That day you took
What can't be taken back
Your life, is such a tragic thing to waste
From hellos, and handshakes in the hall
You were always there
I was always afraid
I'm sorry I wasn't there
And I'm sorry for the things they must have said to you
To make you do
What you did
I'm sorry
God, I'm sorry
And I'm sorry for the things they must have said
I hope it haunts them
TIL THE END
UNTIL THE BITTER END

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