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I do bad So i shatter friendships Like porcelain dishes On a hard wood floor And i come back to realize that i miss it I just can't fix it In reals reality its over But in mine, its no closer to over then it was before But to show how i feel Would be the biggest chore Emotions elusive, pain secluded Too broken to break anymore But sure, its my fault Im always wrong, i do bad As bad does, its too late, to give a fuck There's not a soul i can depend On but my own and even then There are problems, you dont understand You say " you were happy before, Just be happy again." And if it was that easy I would live by those words Wash away all the hurt With the sin and the worries Even though they make me Human and real Id be wrong still, right? Eyes blind to the minds demise And if you could see with my sight It might, change the way you view me But the way you view me won't change me, really I dont want to hear what you think i want to be told Just the honest truth, no fear Bad or good, I promise ill manage Is that to much to ask Of course, so im wrong again, damn. From time to time Things are fine But when that time ends Ill be waiting for a new fine time to begin I deserve what i get But you deserve a lot better Than me as a friend I did not realize then That your presence was my present Tho presently a gift i can not return. But i learned, so i say im sorry It may not mean much But to you, my sincerest apologies It remains in the past so I can't take it back Im wrong, i know. And no matter what i do, or say Or write or pray If i go or stay It'll never be okay Cuz ill be wrong today, everyday, and always.
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