• It's too late.
    We can't apologize.
    Our rift is too deep.

    You try to apologize,
    For the actions that you did
    But bitterness so deep that it deepens my own hatred
    Is the only thing you see.

    You look at your daughter
    Your own broken life looking back at you
    And you finally realize
    The hell you've put me through
    As it reflects right back at you

    And as you begin to move
    I wonder if you felt guilt
    I saw you extend your hand the last time we met
    And I saw you draw it back

    Afraid of what you might meet
    Anger, love, sadness
    Maybe the three

    Were you afraid you'd feel the scars on my back
    I know you saw the scars on my face, in my eyes, in my heart.
    Were you afraid of meeting with the reality of your actions

    As if touching it would make it painfully concrete?
    Every wrong move you've ever done
    Like a never ending chess game
    To look out for yourself

    Now you see your actions stand before you
    With eyes distant, even though they stare
    Now you've finally started to care.

    You should have started on day one
    As my life hung in the balance
    Not twenty one years later

    This chess game is over.
    I'm tired of being a pawn
    Wanting feelings given to you
    Wanted in return

    I walk my own path now
    As you look towards me with feelings of guilt
    You come to one conclusion

    It's too late.
    You can't apologize.
    The hate is too deep.