Some of us get dipped in flat...some in satin...some in gloss...But every once in a while...you find someone who's indescent...and when you do...nothing will ever compare.
I think I should own up and apologize for playing all those lies, for sharing things I said when I was wasted. In solitude has come to an end, I wrote my principles whims but I think I would do it again. We both know it's me who fucked it up. I bet the aftermath has treated you well, but it's harder for me when I keep playing pretend. It's just too much to comprehend. So I think I should grow up and apologize. I can't take back the lies. But it's a pretty good place to start. It's pretty done now looking back wondering why I never really had you back. Why I let you take the fall for every broken hearts and so anything. I think it's only fair I look you in the eyes and take a breath be sincere and apologize.