Bad Timing

I met you at a bad time,

In a bad economy,

With heels that were to high,

And the weather was cold.

I didn't mean to get to know you,

I didn't mean to ever fall in love,

One of us was already hurt,

I didn't mean to make that number two.

I don't know how to ask you to forgive me,

For everything I did,

The list goes on and on,

To running away from everything you gave me,

To our last fight on the drive home,

I don't think there's any way possible that I could find another you,

Or anyone that could make me feel the way you do,

I don't know why I ended it all,

I don't have a reason that will make you feel better,

I do love you,

My love for you is the only thing that keeps me alive,

Maybe I just wasn't ready,

I just had so much trouble believing in your feelings,

Now I'm here alone,

And all I want to do is to call you,

But I know you won't pick up,

I didn't mean any of it,

Forgive me,

Come home.

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