Shi-chan
02-20-2009, 01:47 PM
I can't help but wonder what you would have looked like,
I think about it as I sit here, staring out the window.
I think about you every day, even though we never really met.
But you were inside me, you were a part of me. Maybe you still are...
Whenever I try to imagine your face, I can't. I'm too ashamed. I don't know if I'm a murderer or not.
I often think about what kind of person you would have been.
Would you smile? Would you be a tough tomboyish girl, running around with the boys? Would you be an angel or a devil?
That's all I ever really knew about you. You were a girl. My daughter, my beautiful daughter.
You never got a chance to live, to open your eyes, to be a witness of the world.
And it's my fault. Because I'm irresponsible... I can think of so many excuses, but they're all lies. I try convincing myself that I did the right thing. Even though, deep down I know... We could have made it. Both of us.
Sometimes, I dream about you. In these dreams I see your face, but as soon as I open my eyes, you dissapear completely. If only I could hold you close to me.
If only I could meet you... Somewhere far away... far away from time and noise.
I'll keep looking at the clouds. I'll keep dreaming and hoping, that someday soon, we'll meet. I'll see you smile and laugh, I'll do my best so maybe... Maybe you'll forgive me.
I keep saying "I'm Sorry."
I mean it. I really do.
I'm Sorry...
Please, forgive me.
I think about it as I sit here, staring out the window.
I think about you every day, even though we never really met.
But you were inside me, you were a part of me. Maybe you still are...
Whenever I try to imagine your face, I can't. I'm too ashamed. I don't know if I'm a murderer or not.
I often think about what kind of person you would have been.
Would you smile? Would you be a tough tomboyish girl, running around with the boys? Would you be an angel or a devil?
That's all I ever really knew about you. You were a girl. My daughter, my beautiful daughter.
You never got a chance to live, to open your eyes, to be a witness of the world.
And it's my fault. Because I'm irresponsible... I can think of so many excuses, but they're all lies. I try convincing myself that I did the right thing. Even though, deep down I know... We could have made it. Both of us.
Sometimes, I dream about you. In these dreams I see your face, but as soon as I open my eyes, you dissapear completely. If only I could hold you close to me.
If only I could meet you... Somewhere far away... far away from time and noise.
I'll keep looking at the clouds. I'll keep dreaming and hoping, that someday soon, we'll meet. I'll see you smile and laugh, I'll do my best so maybe... Maybe you'll forgive me.
I keep saying "I'm Sorry."
I mean it. I really do.
I'm Sorry...
Please, forgive me.