Sorry does not make it okay. And although you think those petty little Two syllables Will make up a friendship full of Pleading Begging And helplessness, It will never be okay.
(i) want to ask about how she hurt you the summer that you (changed) (but) i am afraid that the truth will make you realize how many flaws (i) hold because she had so little.
and i am afraid that my imperfections were your favorite things about her.
i'm scared you (won't) smile like you did with her in arms.
because she is the kind of perfect i could never (be).
i am afraid that i am not (good) at making you happy.