Hurts
Things for which I feel guilt
Things I did
Without any bad intention
Because of my lack of reflection
It kills me
To hear them mentioned
They can't be taken back
Fuck things up
I always do
I have no luck
With my idiotic brain
Making every ignorant desicion
Because I can't stop and think
"This is a bad idea"
I'm sorry for real
For the bonds I've killed
I drown in self loathing
I can't stand not knowing
The true morality of my action
How bad I truly stabbed you
And how much you hurt
Believe me please
I didn't mean to...
It hurts to hurt too
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