my autumn promised me
one last great fall
and boy, did hell freeze over to shine
on me inevitably dropping this ball
and so it was
and i take solace that it's over
i'm free of this heartache
this cost of one hard-lessoned October
no more turmoil
no more heavy heart
i know what i did, i've learned and i'll pay
i have and will beg for a fresh start
to prove how much i love you
to show you no other way
to make this right in any form,
and enact for you that i will never stray
some will always doubt
some think i'm a cause never to be found
some will bury all their concerns
while some will cast me down
this is my cross to bear
and i want you to always know
you are worth every breath i have
and i have never, ever felt so low
whatever you choose
in this moment, today or tomorrow
i'm just glad you came into my life
and i never meant you sorrow
i'm sorry i ever hurt you
i'm sorry it couldn't be different then
i'm sorry i can't be good enough
to match you, a perfect ten
but i'll do whatever now
so you never have the burden to think
of those all those "remember when's....?"
or all that could have been's...
i love you, bobott.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
my autumn promised me
one last great fall
and boy, did hell freeze over to shine
on me inevitably dropping this ball
and so it was
and i take solace that it's over
i'm free of this heartache
this cost of one hard-lessoned October
no more turmoil
no more heavy heart
i know what i did, i've learned and i'll pay
i have and will beg for a fresh start
to prove how much i love you
to show you no other way
to make this right in any form,
and enact for you that i will never stray
some will always doubt
some think i'm a cause never to be found
some will bury all their concerns
while some will cast me down
this is my cross to bear
and i want you to always know
you are worth every breath i have
and i have never, ever felt so low
whatever you choose
in this moment, today or tomorrow
i'm just glad you came into my life
and i never meant you sorrow
i'm sorry i ever hurt you
i'm sorry it couldn't be different then
i'm sorry i can't be good enough
to match you, a perfect ten
but i'll do whatever now
so you never have the burden to think
of those all those "remember when's....?"
or all that could have been's...
i love you, bobott.
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