did i make you cry,
and ask yourself why?

sorry, was i too cold,
was i too stubborn to hold?

sorry, was it too painful,
causing you to be this hateful?

now i don't know, i really don't know
how else to you i can show —

that those things i didn't mean,
seem to have happened and i have done;
because pain is also where i've been,
the hurt i felt that can't be undone.

after all these pain,
is there something that should still remain?

after all that we've been through,
is deserving this misery true?