The Note

I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. Sorry for all the wrong I've done

I take the blame and consequences for wars I lost and battles won

I don't expect you to excuse me. I wasn't there for you, I know

But, love doesn't keep a running history of the injury and I wonder

has your conscience come for you? To collect the balance due?

I hope that one day you'll forgive me and look beyond the things I wrote

And that I'll come to be remembered for more than just this note

I've been alone in my asylum of regret, everyday that you've been gone

Do you know how hard it is just standing still while everything you had moves on?

I hope you end up where your heart wants you to be

I've got my thumb out in the air