THE GUILT OF IT

I wish that time could be wound back
And chances took again
I see mistakes that I`ve made
I`ve always been to blame.

It`s easy now to realize
When nothing can be done
You said goodbye in such a way
That meant you won`t return.

The guilt of it…
I never gave you a chance
The guilt of it…
Look girl I`ve got up my hands.
The guilt of it…
You know I ran all the way
The guilt of it…
I don`t know what more to say…
Except I love you.

I let my feelings slip away
My pride was my excuse
My car was like the fastest wheels
But was running out of juice.

The uselessness of bitter tears
The void that is regret
I`m something like the nice neat ash
Of the smoldering cigarette.

And what of questions asking why
And `maybe` then there`s `if`
I know I must face the fact
I`ve nothing left to give.