Maybe I am sorry,
For all of the things that I said.
It’s been hard for me to think straight,
But the night does clear my head.
It’s different, being lonely,
It’s where I feel at home.
Sometimes your presence scares me,
Because I’ve spent so long alone.
I’d drag you through the kicking and screaming,
But I’ll always be the same.
Trying so hard to keep you out,
Because I’m the one to blame.
Maybe I’m not meant for this,
It’s always you that’s trying.
You could take my word, “I can change”,
But it’s my lies you’d be buying.
The best thing I’ll ever do for you;
Close the blinds and lock my door.
Maybe one day you’ll understand,
I just couldn’t hurt you anymore.
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