I should've asked the question
While words were being said,
Before it became nothing but agression
And regrets turned to dread.
Years of laughter are fading memories
Our friendship is now salt,
It's too late for sorry or apologies
Who's to blame? Who's at fault?
We take diffrent paths and say our good-bye's
We hold back the tears and our breaking hearts,
We don't look back but towards the sky
And pray we'll be able to mend the broken parts.
Damon Winters