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Hey, look, I’m sorry,
I know who I am; I know what I’ve done;
I know it was wrong; I’ve known all along.
The cycle continues and I can’t see it end,
forever keeps spinning and you’re just my friend.
I could act all oblivious and make you look bad,
I could act oh-so innocent and pretend that I’m sad,
I could get angry and convince you I’m mad,
or I could own up and face the facts.
Sometimes I get down, and I turn to you –
you make me smile when they become few.
It’s a selfish place that I tend to go,
and I can’t pretend that I do not know.
I think you’re incredible,
but don’t get me wrong –
I don’t think you’re where I belong.
I could name off excuses and hide in the dark,
but what it comes down to is we don’t have a spark.
Don’t ask me why, I haven’t a reason;
don’t say goodbye, I swear I’m not leavin’.
Maybe I am, maybe I should,
you know from experience I’m nowhere near good.
You should run, and I’ll take the blame,
I’ll take the credit for staying the same.
You seem to have hope that someday I’ll change,
but I’m scared of the flux so I run away.
I’m not sure if I’ll share this,
so you may never see
that what little we had means something to me.
Our friendship is something on which I can rely,
you make me feel better when I want to cry.
From now on it seems it’s all shot to Hell,
there's something different that’s easy to tell.
For ruining our bond, I can say I’ve done well,
I’m sorry that when you tripped you fell.
There’s only so much that we can go through,
but from now on it’s separate instead of in two.
I apologize fully and say that I knew –
I’m sorry I brought pain and that I used you.