Sorry
It's been a month that's felt like years,
And I can't help but feel ashamed
That i can't make it through a day
Without the hope id see your face.
The nights, I've spent them sleepless, Haunted by my thoughts.
And the days I feel so helpless,
Never wanting to go out.
Throughout these past few weeks,
I've been reclusive in my head
But the only peace of mind I found
Was me lying in your bed.
I'm sorry that I'm sorry...
And I hate the fact I call..
But honestly,
I do not know if I can make it on my own.
So I'll pack my bags and run,
Away from the realities of life
And pray to the God I don't believe in,
That at least you'll be alright.