This Guitar Says I'm Sorry

How can I repay you brother mine
how can I expect you to forgive
clinging to the past
I shed your blood
And shateted your chances to live

Thought I all I knew I paid no heat
how can I return your waisted breath
what I did not know has costed you dear
for there is no cure for death .



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Olive, Benjamin Smith, John Wirick
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