The Nothing I've Done

Original date: 12-10-09

I read you a letter, came straight from my heart,
thought we'd be together but I fell apart.
To say goodbye, today is the day,
but when I showed up, you turned me away.

You called me at fault,
my family to blame.
It happened before, it ended the same,
making me wonder why I even came.

It's like I'm a ghost, lost and alone,
when last year I thought that you had come home.
My brother is gone and didn't look back.
He hates us; when he says it himself, it's a fact.

It hurts to think I'll never see you again.
I hoped you'd be better and come home and then
we could talk and be equal and even be friends.
Of course, it's not mine to decide. It depends,

Will you forgive me for the nothing I've done?
For all of the wars that I couldn't have won?
When I stood aside and let you have fun,
would you forgive me for the nothing I've done?