If I have been harsh in the past,
if I have lost you in this mess,
If I have held fast,
In not ever giving my best.
I want to say I'm sorry.
So I'm saying it now,
"I'm sorry, so sorry,
And I don't know how,
Things got the way they are,
Accepting only the truth,
And I wish that I could say,
That I hadn't gave up youth.
But all my dearest friends,
You do not have to cry.
I have given up my wings,
so other ones could fly.
If I could have this peace,
the one that can't exist,
then I could be myself,
And find what I have missed.
I just want peace.
Too bad it doesn't exist."