I'm sorry if I failed you.
I'm sorry I've given up to soon,
knowing beforehand that I already lost.
I'm sorry if you're way out of my reach,
and that I'm way less careful.
I'm sorry if there's nothing worth a gem in me,
if I'm unable to hold you,
cause you're way out of my league.
When reaching you is what I'm seeking,
that somehow, you'd lay your eyes,
rest your head on my shoulders,
like these are your pillows,
and you'd see me worthy of your attention,
worthy for your care.
Cause I, myself, cared so much,
I cared so much for what you cared for.
So I'm sorry, if I'd stop pushing myself inwards,
don't look back,
cause I'll be there no more.
Since if only's are the things I can only have for.
