Last year I ****** it all up, and I injected our shared dreams with sickness, but I promise if you stay for a minute, you'll realize now I'm different. See, I'm like your new pair of jeans: No ripped seams or lingering stiffness. New Jeans, New Year, New Me, I promise. I'm baring my soul, bear with me and bear witness. This year's resolution isn't life choices or fitness. Last year, I ****** it all up. This year, I'm going to fix this.
Stay by my side for just a while longer; say you'll offer me your forgiveness. Give me a chance to earn back your trust... to be better... stronger. Give us another try. That's all I want this Christmas.
This is kind of a two-fer. On one hand, I'm responding to the challenge put forward by "Creep that Loves You". On the other, and on a more serious note, I'm just trying to get my thoughts on paper (pixel?)
I really hurt someone I care about, and I'm not sure if I can fix it this time.