I should've warned you when I got the chance,
That only evil could bring about this pain you feel.
Hate. It's the only thing that ties me to you.
Just like a rose on a thorn, the prick of love bleeds from your fingertip.
I'm haunted by the sight of your tears.
I'm startled by the emptiness that I feel when you are gone.
There is nothing to do but sit, lie, and regret.
I should've warned you when I got the chance,
That our beginning would only be the end.
I can only apologize and it's not enough.
My lies pushed you off the cliff of life.
And all I can do is sit, lie, and regret.