I was wrong, as hard as i try to make amends.
I was wrong, as hard as i pour my soul out to her.
I was wrong, as silent as i stay at her whips on my back.

For she loving me was a miracle. Me loving her was a comeuppance.

She was right, as much as she drenched me in guilt.
She was right, as shallow as she makes me out to be.
She was right, as unhappy as she thought i was with her.

For she loved me despite my flaws. My flaws were only what she pointed out.