I never knew the beauty that was inside you.
You talked as if you were sixty years old.
The wisdom you spoke, to me, was brand new.
When you wanted to be, you were incredibly bold.

I waited for your heart to be ready for so long.
It really wasn't a chore, but I was impatient and dumb.
I did many things right, but the majority wrong.
And ended up with a broken heart, empty, and numb.

I am sorry every day for all of the things that I've done.
You deserved so much better, but I ****** it all to hell.
I understand now why you felt the urge to run.
You just couldn't take my constant cracking of your shell.

I don't mean to beg, but please, dear, forgive me.
I can't keep living without knowing if you're alright.
I don't mean to beg, but please, dear, forgive me.
I can't keep living without knowing if I'm alright.