In she walked with a glare and I had nothing to say but turn your back round on me now and walk away.
He was white as a sheet and somehow now incomplete a cruel tare took his heart down to his feet.
He never knew it, but she just threw it away on a whim the day's looking grim to me.
And now she blew it, we all see through it but she's coming back for more of what she stole.

In she walked with a stare she had so much left to say but couldn't find it in time to save the day.
She was never alone she needed someone her own but couldn't stay long enough to make a home.
He never knew it, but she just threw it away on a whim to stay far from him.
And now she blew it we all see through it but she's coming back to see if time has healed'

Forgiveness is unlikely but vital

Forgiveness is unlikely but it is oh so vital