There are days when I look back at you
and question how long you'll be there
Some days I came to question myself
and if you really care

Sometimes I sit back and ask
if you love me as you say
But it never makes a difference
Because it's my fault I'm this way

It's my fault I second guess
what you tell me is really true
It's my fault I can't accept
What I've done to you

If I were you I would have left
all that time ago
I would have cut me off, deleted my texts
and found a new way to go

I'm sorry for all the things I've done
I didn't want you to hurt.
I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
I'm sorry I treated you like dirt.