I think about her literally every day
though if I saw her I don't know what I would say

Hey I'm sorry I wasn't ready though I said that I was
I lied, I'm a liar, and I lied because

I lied because it was easy, I didn't really consider the alternative
In matters of truth, I am somewhat conservative

Every day she is the first thought that comes to my mind
Every night regret and remorse is all I can find

I should have been better when given the choice
I could have heard the truth spoken by my own voice

I live with all that, that is my cross to bear
I deserve worse, but life is not fair