When I climb the mountain
I decide that today I'll be dieng.
When at the top, my conscience hits me and
tells me that its a heinous crime I'll be committing.
I know I might not have as much sorrows
As most of you reading what I write.
Being blamed for something I never thought I'd cause
Is when I wish I could give up this fight.
You, my friend, think I don't uderstand
The intesity of the damage I've caused.
You're wrong and you make me feel
Like I'm a friend you've already lost!
It's like I was standing on top of the cliff-
And a dreaded wind pushed me over it.
I've meant all my sorries but if you don't understand-it's time and I'll be gone in a bit.
I remember that you had misunderstood me
For something frank I had said...
You had hurt me then but what i did recently
Was a mistake, and not a plan of vengeance that i had made!
It seemed to me that you had trusted me enough. And had taken me close!
I forgave you everytime you unrealisingly hurt me but...To not forgive is I guess what you already chose!
You are probably thinking that things among us can never be the same again.
It depends on what you choose...
And i chose to not apologise ever agian!
