It was a stupid argument, never ment to get out of hand-
my patience was running out, like a turned hourglass, no more sand\
I was having a bad day, everything went wrong, and you broke the ice-
your luck just ran out, like you rolled a snake eyes on the dice\
I said some things is anger, words that could slice a diamond clean-
and now theres only 3 words i can say, and thats that "Im sorry Shealene"\
And i know these words dont help, cause a band-aid cant fix the inside-
and i know a scar is uncontrollable, like the moon controlls the tide\
But i can controll the future, in the sense that i can controll my own mind-
and i can promise it wont happen again, cause my self controll has been refined\
The words i said to you, dont exist, in my vocabulary anymore-
because of the hurt they cause you, they were kicked out my brains front door\
And now i'd like to welcome you in, to see the new that place i live in-
no, its not a new house, it's the new perspective that i've been given\
Im hoping to be forgivin, but if its not something you can do I understand-
but if one day you want my friendship again, you can expect both my arms to expand\
And you can expect me to reach out my hand, and give you help whenever needed-
and if you can ever reach out again, then i know that my words have succeded\
There are some i this world that say, words are like nails in a fence-
you can put them in and take them back, but they will always leave the dents\
And the dents cannot be fixed, they can only be forgot-
but usually they are remembered, more times then they are not\