歌詞

I set the paper

On the table

Like it knew

What I had done

The chair kept still

The room held open

Every word

I almost wrote

I did not write

I am sorry

Not because

It was not true

But truth can turn

Into a knocking

On a door

I put you through

If I say it now

Who does it heal

If I ask for peace

Who pays for it

I was not brave

I was careful

In the way

A coward learns

I called it quiet

Called it mercy

While your side

Of silence burned

I kept my hands

Looking empty

Kept my voice

From making marks

But leaving clean

Is not the same

As leaving no

Bruise in the dark

Now I can name

The smaller damage

How I moved

Around your pain

How I made

My lack of answers

Feel like shelter

From the rain

I could send

A folded sentence

Let it kneel

Before your door

But if it wakes

What you buried

Then my guilt

Has asked for more

If I say it now

Who does it free

If I ask your hurt

To look at me

I will not use

The wound I left

To make my hands

Feel clean

I will not make

Your quiet carry

What my regret

Should mean

Forgiveness is

Not mine to gather

From a life

You had to mend

Some things are owed

And still not taken

Some words arrive

And never send

If I say it now

Who does it heal

If I ask for peace

Who pays for it

I can hold

What I should have known

Without placing it

Back in your hands