Contemplation

Where is the line when second tries turn into last chances
When can you no longer forgive or forget
those are the questions I've contemplated on
when I can't sleep
as your words spin inside my head
I haven't found a conclusion
since I can't tell
at which mark all the promises disappear

I have contemplated but I can't decide
Everything is relevant
ever changing
Tomorrow is always a new one, and still just as cursed
At what point will I get bored at collecting up my bones

I stay up even though the hours of the night bring no answer
Even ghosts haven't grown wise with waiting
When is it a bit much to forgive?

When won't I be able to anymore

Translated by Sith Fisto.