You make me sorry for wanting attention
But I know you love me.
NOTHING could tell me differently with everything you've showed me.
But why do you get angry when I ask you to call? You told me you would....
And why is it that you don't want my attention?
You know how I am
Bursting with affection!
But still I feel the need to say sorry
Every time you say something that stings me deep down.
I want to curl up in a ball, regretting that I miss the sound of your voice like it's something to be ashamed of.
I want to forget the way that it stung to hear those words, how my stomach dropped and my blood numbed, just like it always does.
I'm sorry that I care, I'm sorry that I miss you.
But I truly can't be sorry that I love you.