there she goes again
just like the song
with a fractured heart
taking more and more time to heal
every single step of the way
back to the woman she once used to be.
I am to blame,
in part,
for not being there for her
when she needed me the most
and this is what guilt tastes like;
Awfully bitter, in pure distaste.
I can't save You from yourself, sweetie,
but I forgive You for the both of us,
and I know how it feels
to not be strong enough to forgive myself.
What has become of us?
I'm sorry, my Love.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
there she goes again
just like the song
with a fractured heart
taking more and more time to heal
every single step of the way
back to the woman she once used to be.
I am to blame,
in part,
for not being there for her
when she needed me the most
and this is what guilt tastes like;
Awfully bitter, in pure distaste.
I can't save You from yourself, sweetie,
but I forgive You for the both of us,
and I know how it feels
to not be strong enough to forgive myself.
What has become of us?
I'm sorry, my Love.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
