there she goes again
just like the song
with a fractured heart
taking more and more time to heal
every single step of the way
back to the woman she once used to be.

I am to blame,
in part,
for not being there for her
when she needed me the most
and this is what guilt tastes like;

Awfully bitter, in pure distaste.

I can't save You from yourself, sweetie,
but I forgive You for the both of us,
and I know how it feels
to not be strong enough to forgive myself.

What has become of us?
I'm sorry, my Love.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.