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An Apology
Can I let go of anger?
Stop this screaming in my head.
Should I stop all this crying?
Just forget all the times I’ve bled.
Moving on is hard enough,
But forgetting what you said…
I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
For all the things I’ve done.
This is more then an apology,
It’s a record of my soul.
All the sins that I’ve committed,
All the lies you left unsaid.
I’ll admit that it still bothers me,
To see I am no longer bleeding out of these open wounds.
I cut too deep for you.
And now I am living in a long past of dreams.
All those things we used to do,
Still brings me to tears.
At the thought of us,
What we used to be,
I just wish that you knew, how much it meant to me.
But now that it’s over,
Why can’t I let it go?
Just fall asleep tonight,
And never say goodbye.
No more dreams of you and me,
And I’d stop saying those three words,
That meant everything to me,
But nothing to her.
And now I am living in a long past of dreams.
All those things we used to do,
Still brings me to tears.
At the thought of us,
What we used to be,
I just wish that you knew, how much it meant to me.
I found the notes from you last night,
Brought me to tears upon the sight.
All the words you used so freely,
All the reasons for “you love me”,
Staring straight into your lies,
I still felt the need to cry.
You moved on, so why can’t I?
And now I am living in a long past of dreams.
All those things we used to do,
Still brings me to tears.
At the thought of us,
What we used to be,
I just wish that you knew, how much it meant to me.
Do I deserve to feel this way?
To be afraid of moving on?
Am I a failure in your eyes?
And if I’m not, why not?
In case you were unaware,
I was your biggest mistake.
And now I am living in a long past of dreams.
All those things we used to do,
Still brings me to tears.
At the thought of us,
What we used to be,
I just wish that you knew, how much it meant to me
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