Sorry you hate me so much.
Sorry I can't help but throw words of advice at you,
but you are so sad,
and you had brought me down in the months I've known you,
and it's such a habit to bring you back up instead of bringing myself up.

Sorry she tore your heart out of your chest,
and you can't help but keep ripping up the pieces,
but don't you see she's not even remotely close to being "worth it"?

Sorry I made you talk to me again,
after I told you stop,
but you made the promise that you wouldn't leave,
although how many times has that promise been made?

Sorry I want to find you,
and scream at you to make you understand
that no girl will ever understand you,
like I understood you,
when I stayed all night with you the night I came home after a long trip,
and all we did was talk about the stars,
and I saved your life for what seemed like the millionth time.

But I'm even more sorry for not even wanting you,
and for you not wanting me,
and for you being blinder than ever,
because you depend on others to be your happiness,
and aren't you aware that's the most self destructive thing you can put on yourself?

Sometimes I laugh myself to sleep, Sometimes I cry myself to sleep.
Sometimes I drive so fast just to feel the danger,
Sometimes I drive so slow just to get myself together.
Sometimes I listen to happy pop music just to see if it'll make me smile,
Sometimes I listen to sad music just knowing it'll destroy me.
Sometimes I Walk outside just to breath in the fresh air,
Sometimes I lay in bed all day just to dwell in my sadness.
Sometimes I know exactly who I am,
Sometimes I Don't know who I am at all.
And Sometimes just sometimes I give advice to others,
Sometimes they tell me that I should listen to my own advice.