I've learned not to fight it
when people show themselves the door.
I've always been alone,
why would that change now?
You can call me what you want,
know that I know it well.
I'll keep returning keys
to the places I'm not welcome anymore
like I'm giving back the
pieces I've taken,
like I haven't given any keys myself.
Why would anyone think differently
when I act like I haven't?
I don't blame you.
Many times I know there's things I need to say,
ways to show I care,
and I can't.
Or I won't?
I don't know, but I'm trying.
Forgive me, please.
I'm sorry.