My Apologies, Sarina

voice memo - August 25, 2025 at 6:46 PM

I erased your name, your laughter, your messages,
Blocked it all, shut it down, too heavy inside.
You left me hanging, my world was spinning out,
That day everything blurred, everything broke, it was the error.

But you never saw, inside my heart was a storm,
I drowned my sorrow in a wall of silence.
Grief brought me down, you missed the wreck,
You walked away, and I chose the distance.

Forgive me for blocking it all,
It was the storm, I lost control.
I swear it was never against you,
Just too many tears, no more voice.
Now I stare into the void,
But it’s you I miss, clear-eyed.
Even as a friend, I need you in my life,
The most beautiful, the truest, the one who fascinates me.

I look at our photos, remember your wild ways,
The way you’d talk, rebuilding the world at midnight.
If only I had screamed, explained my mistakes,
Maybe we wouldn’t have let the cold settle in.

But I stayed proud, too hurt to ask,
You thought I hated you, but you’re my ray of gold.
I watch you shine from afar, I just want to believe,
That one day you’ll come back, or we’ll forgive our wrongs.

Forgive me for blocking it all,
It was the storm, I lost control.
I swear it was never against you,
Just too many tears, no more voice.
Now I stare into the void,
But it’s you I miss, clear-eyed.
Even as a friend, I need you in my life,
The most beautiful, the truest, the one who fascinates me.

Regrets on repeat, they spin all night,
I tell myself you deserve the best, I believe it for you.
You’ll build it all, even far from here,
But give me one chance to still be there sometimes.

If you hear this song, know I’m thinking of you,
I don’t forgive myself, but I hope one day you’ll understand.
You are unique, and whatever happens,
I adore you, I believe in you, even far from my shore.

Blocking it all (Funk reload)

A late-night confession about accountability and love that hurts and heals. Lightning-rod images — headlights on the blinds, a phone face-down — anchor a tender plea: “Just say… we can still be home.” Minimal production by design; the hush is the point.

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Idea, writing, recording, programming, vocals and mix: Zack Christ
Mastering: Joel Krozer

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Lyrics:

Can I help it? I'm quite willing to try.
Can I mend it, or must it stay inside?
I've been a fool. No, that cannot be denied
I couldn't help it now, could I, even if I tried?

Am I helpless? Is all my love in vain?
Or is there something I can do to ease the pain?
I'm just a man, but a man who's on your side (Right or wrong)
I couldn't help it now, could I, even if I tried?

Oh, I apologize, please forgive me, I've been cruel, oh, so cruel
But you're not the only one who suffers when I'm down. I do, too.
And it's so lonesome in this heart of mine when there's no one on my side
I couldn't help it now, could I, even if I cried?

When I wake up, you're the first one on my mind
When I lay down, I need you by my side
And if that's a sin, well, I'm sorry I'm alive
Cuz I couldn't help it now, could I, even if I tried?

Oh, I apologize, please forgive me, I've been cruel, oh, so cruel
But you're not the only one who suffers when I'm down. I do, too.
And it's so lonesome in this heart of mine when there's no one to feed my foolish pride
I couldn't help it now, could I, even if I cried?

When I wake up, you're the first one on my mind
When I lay down, I need you by my side
And if that's a sin, well, I'm sorry I'm alive
Cuz I couldn't help it no matter how hard I tried, how long I cried
I couldn't help it. That's the way I am.

© Copyright 1972, 2025 Peter Lloyd

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