I am so sorry
(except I'm not)
That all I can do is hide
(but hey, I thought)
away in this room
(I could at least trust you)
It is too messy
(but I guess I was wrong, too)
I don't dare clean
(my mind is spinning)
because I couldn't bare the thought
(and these cuts are dripping)
of finding some little bit from my past
(they sting under water)
and dwelling on where to put it
(and I think they're getting hotter)
and driving myself crazy
(how can I deal with it?)
because there isn't a 'right place'
(I am trapped inside this pit)
and I guess there never really was
(fucking shit)
a time or a place for you
(i am not over it)
and I am so sorry
(this time it's true)
for all of these things
(I have put you through)
I try to say I love you
(so much)
but the words get caught
(and i am so, so, so sorry)
They are stuck in my throat
(everyday)
That I try to say
(I'm sorry)
I love you
(so much)
that I
(am leaving)
you.
