Sorry

With the warmth of the fire still hot on my skin,
It’s so easy to want to promise the world,
With the smoke clouding up my head,
I tend to speak too soon only to be sorry~
Out of guilt I run faster than my mind will go,
And out of regret, I pull back- ashamed.

Stay behind...

Oops, did you try to rise up from the rubble,
Crawling out, covered in garbage and goo?
Being your friend was just too much trouble,
Stay gone, I want nothing to do with you.