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Forgive me I pray, I cannot stay
In this world which made me stray
Thank my words for they were true
I meant it pure when I said I love you
Keep from me what you stole
Ripped out my heart and incaged my soul
Hold them close around your neck
Do not hate what you can't take back
For you were true and cut me slack
But alas, I fear the worst
People believe in bad things first
Yes you had shown me what good felt like
Though I know I cannot keep you
It feels so right to believe in all good you do
If I stay alive in my autopilot mind
I will cause my brain to grind
I can taste a hint of gore
While my head rots to the core
Wishing you'd knock at my door
Praying one day you could see
How much your presence meant to me
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