Your car got taken for a measly sum, and mine went to the flames under the winter sun, so we both lost out before our time was done, but I'm tryna tell you that it all matters none.
Because before we started this war of excommunication, and going *** for tat over every nonsensical spat, there was something golden coating what we had, but somehow we ended up throwing it in the trash, and I'd give every arm and leg that i have to get it back.
Now i know its been a while since youve heard my voice, and i apologize for the times ive stalled and all the times I've fallen apart.
You have no idea the damge thats been dealt, and you know not the extent of the heartbreak that ive felt.
I dont think i can continue,  though i swear I've prayed that I could.
And everything that we never did, I've always wished that we would.