fauxcroft

Caught in the crossfire I created

Shot by own bullets that I fired,

Risking losing everything I’ve ever had

My actions were shameful,

May actions I know we’re bad,

I’ve tried God knows to do right now

But the damage is done,

I’d like to fix things somehow,

But I think it’s to late there’s no forgiveness or forgetting,

I am left ashamed and regretting

But we’re both stuck in this place,

Neither of us are walking away,

You shoot the bullets now and I take the hits

What I did, well I am not proud of it,

So I’ll guess you’ll keep shooting

And I’ll just continue taking the hits,

This now is what life is because of all I did

Caught in the crossfire of what I did,

I’ll never be proud of all of this,

And for the record I’d like to say that I am ashamed of it.