Echo 7 Uninvited

I'm sorry...
If there was something I could do...
Forgive me for all those things I did to you.
I'll point the finger at myself
Though my conscience clean.
I thought I knew it all,
Until I found I never knew a thing
And there's nothing left to say
There's nothing there for me.
After all it's not that easy to forget.
'Cause when the colours fade to gray
The night turns into day
Uninvited, break the silence that you made.
Believe me,
I've found no shelter for my shame.
And decieve me,
I've found no comfort in this place.
I see your face is frowin'
Throw their anger back at me.
A fabrication of the truth,
It will not let you be.