I don't think I'm capable of love,
Not the real thing at least .
What I can give is a knockoff, and never the real thing.
So I'm sorry if I make you cry, I'm sorry if I've wasted your time.
I'm sorry that I'm scared of giving my love out, and not receiving a reply.
I'm sorry that I am only human and being scared to love in a world of hate, is self preservation for me.
Not Loving keeps me from feeling pain, keeps me from hate, it keeps me alive.
I'm sorry.