A Final Fight

One of these days
When a fight end cold
And i storm away
Without saying a word

It might be my last chance
Life's final glance
Then our last thing stated
Would be words of hatred

I try to make it not so
But when anger starts to grow
It gets easy to loose control
And the un-erasable starts to roll

So if that time comes
When death had made his assistance 
And a sorry wasn't said
Or the wound of forgiveness hasn't bled

I hope somehow you come across these words from me
And know they're meant for you: saying i'm sorry
Because right now it's too hard for me to tell you how i feel
Just know those words of hatred were never real