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 realise

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 smouldering 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.