a thousand times
when i mess up a thousand times i tell a thousand lies to both you and me,
is it love when we both hurt and everyone can see,
that were not happy and honestly sometimes i pretend to be,
hung up on my memories and simply something not meant to be,
i want her to be happy thats all i ever did,
but wheres the solution when things end up like this,
is there even one that doesnt end up in pain,
or hurt in a way that feels the same,
i feel lke crying cause im dying insdie an,
i used to tell i love her like athusand times when,
everything was good and honestly i still stick by those words,
but it feels like i messed up athousand times and each time it hurts,
what do you want me to say cause i dont want to pretend or tell truthful lies,
but i am im sorry...that i messed up athousand times.
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