I did the same thing I always do;
when I started getting love from you
I hurt you and then I ran away,
afraid of being hurt if I chose to stay.
But hindsight is 20-20,
my regret was strong and plenty.
I came back to embrace that love,
but my mistake, you can't let go of.
So each day, I watch the time drift,
foolishly hoping your mood will shift,
but the weeks keeping passing me by
and still, at night, I lay and cry.
I'm pleading with imaginary deities
asking them to make you forgive me,
asking if they can make you love me,
even a fraction of the way it used to be.
I can't take back the errors I made,
but I'll keep trying to make your pain fade,
until the day you look and see,
the girl you fell for; which once was me.