There’s something behind that innocent eye,
A forlorn memory,
That she’s seen, and she keeps asking why?
It causes her grief, and infinite pain,
And when those diamond tears would fall,
I should‘ve been there,
To catch them before they took the toll,
I should’ve stood beside her,
To protect her heart from fray,
But only if I could’ve been there for her,
On that very same day...
I should’ve read between the lines,
Of fear and pain,
Put your life before mine,
But now it’s too late,
I’m the one to blame,
As I failed to interpret that fake smile,
And let you burn that scarlet flame.
Who says there’s no room for regrets?
As well of the pure regret,
Already fills up my heart,
As I feel as though I’m the one,
Who brought us so worldly apart.
As I failed to avert you,
From doing that horrid crimson painting,
That stole your life away
And in the end,
It was our love that you were tainting.
