To think that I cried
To think that I almost died
Because of what you said
Words on paper
Words of the heart
Speaking your mind
Am I really so tart?
But then you see
What was never meant for eyes
But then you know
Of the tears streaming down my cheeks
And I see you plea
To console me
I see your want
For redemption
You think a compliment
Will help your case
But such wounds are not easily healed
You think a sorrow
Is so easily fixed
But my pain is much more deep
And still you cry
Still you wish
Still you want
Redemption
