The request,
You tired weary wreck of a thing, how come it's turned out this way?
I have no excuses for who I am, or the way things are with us today.
I suppose I should apologise, would that make you feel any better?
Maybe I could send you some flowers, or an apologetic letter?
There's nothing I can say or do to redo what I have done.
I just want a chance to get back to the way we were when we begun.
The unsettled, sleepless nights of regret, have took there toll.
And i'm not who I used to be, I seem to have lost all control.
All the nights I've dreamt about returning to where we used to be.
I didn't mean to hurt us, why wont you come back to me?

The response,
The way we used to be, is of no consequence to me at all.
The shivering, shaken silence, is all I seem to be able to recall.
Spoken words seem to have disappeared without a trace.
Lamenting on the reasons why you left me, in the first place.
What was once a possibility, has left us with broken hearts and broken dreams.
And now you're here with your heart in your hand, and you want me back it seems?
But you'll never understand the hurt you caused, and the mess you left behind.
Why on earth would I take you back? I'd have to be out of my mind.
The flowers were rather lovely, but what can I say about the apologetic letter?
For it has no consequence to me today, and no, it didn't make me feel any better!