The Village Of The Damned

Of love lost
And never gained
Mourning her although
She does not mourn me.
And indeed in life
There was trouble
Trouble from a heart
That loved so much
And yet not enough.
The mistakes I see
So clearly
What I would correct
If I could turn back time.
Alas she is gone now
And so is my previous self.
I hear they made up
And made peace with each other
In the village of the damned.