maybe it's true
that i'll never learn
and i'll never be free
from the mistakes i did, and will again be

i knew i'm doing it again
the subtle glances, the little gifts
i knew i was going to lead myself on
but stopped at nothing

now i'm here
with my heart on my hands
thinking whether i should
keep it or drown it

it'll never be enough, i know
the courage, the effort
cause i myself isn't
what more things i do

and now i'm running away
from her and myself
from my doubts and insecurities
finding comfort in words

i know, i know
i have seen it all coming
I've already made a script about it
but tore it as we started


i'm sorry, myself
for being so stubborn
and not listening
to my self-made precautions

but i'm sorry, so sorry
for not believing,
for not trying,
to be who i really am