I hate myself at least 20 times a day
For being unable to make you stay.
It's my fault, I pushed you away.

You spoke to me again today,
Filled me with regret that I let myself sway.
It wasn't a game I knew how to play!
When did love become so hard anyway?

For another chance, to God I pray,
And any price I'm willing to pay.

I'm sorry that from you I went astray,
Then returned and at your feet myself I did lay.
I made our skies dark and gray;
The bonds between us began to fray.

I'm so sorry for the mess I must say,
But to me again you've found your way.

I just hope this time we both stay...