A ballad a day for June 2014 written day 5

All those nights she sat up and cried
All of that make up to cover her eyes
All of those nights begging you please
Just wanted a kind word, be treated with ease

Now you're behind bars, and she is no more
Now you're really sorry for all of her sores
You have years left to sit, think about what you've done
You have demons at night you wish wouldn't come

But now it's too late, she's never coming back
But now it's too late for the kindness you lacked
What would you say if you could see her again
What would you do to go back to then