I'm sorry baby

The music no longer make sense
I refuse to play the songs I've created up to now


No word, no passion, some deception
Am I too young? or Am I too old?

I don't know, darling.
I believe in me, when I know that we have to change
But don't, but when I think the things I did to you

The remorse drips, mind saddens
And I kind of refrain comes:

I'm sorry baby, I wanted to put you in the oven
To burn