Guilt

Sometimes I feel like it might be me,
Who has never been to jail but can’t be free,
Held down, in shackles and chains you cannot see,
Sometimes I wish they could just let me be.

Sometimes I wish that they could understand,
That those weren’t results for which I had planned,
That I meant it when I told her, take my hand,
And now I fail to see how the tide has turned.

Sometimes I wish that I’d let her go,
Maybe then I wouldn’t be held back by the ebb and flow,
Maybe if I had let my true feelings show,
My soul would heal, and maybe I would grow.

Sometimes I feel like I am to blame,
So I walk around the town with my head sunk in shame,
I think her world was better off before i came,
Sometimes I feel like things could never be the same.

Sometimes I watch, I see her cry,
I swear to myself, I say I’ll try,
But my flesh is weak, my lips are dry,
And I tell myself once more, one last time.

Sometimes I feel like it might be me,
Who has never been to jail but can’t be free,
Held down, in shackles and chains you cannot see,
Sometimes I wish I could break away and just be me.