its my fault
its my fault
its my fault
its my fault
and nothing i could do...
stupid St'Gab camp, so many reminisces
i could only stare in horror as i viewed the history logs...
its so painful, now more than ever, i need the whole world to blame me
to shoot me...
Edwin Chip makes sense, that if it should be, it would be
that we need a hiatus, i can only wait...
i cannot express the sorrow,
if only i took my chance then,
then, and then, If,If and only If...
i cannot forgive myself now, not since i went down this road
i am 17, going on 18
Its about time for me,
to go to NS, finally grow up,
become the man i am
you are 17 going on 18
come this december
i really miss you
hope to care for you
beside me, till the end.Better than the riches of this world
better than the sound of my friend's voices
better than the biggest dreams of my heart
and that's just the start
