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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