I still think about you
when I feel alone
I hope that you are well
and happy
I flatter myself
by imagining
that you still think of me too
that you wonder if I'm well
I am doing great
Just fine actually
I am happy

Sorry isn't the right word for what I am
No word I know
Comes even a little close
to describing my remorse
And you know how many dictionaries I own
For lack of a better word
I'm sorry
I am a destroyer
Not like that's an excuse
But you knew what you were getting into

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
My sweetest old friend
I'm happy to announce to you
(after all my blood, sweat and tears)
That I am finally close to becoming
The man I always tried to be for you
For someone new
You two would probably get along
and laugh about the stories of me you have

I hope you're happy darling
Because  I finally am