Apology

What else could i do?
I thought I wanted you and that we'd make it back. As a matter of fact, it's not right, and I might not sleep well tonight, but I'll live, yeah, I'll live and I'll be here if you can ever forgive me.

What else can I say?
If it's better this way, then how good could it get? Not a well-placed bet. It's my fault, take with salt, and I'd do what I ought if I could. It'd be good and I wish you would find a way to forgive me.

Who else can I be?
I am stuck in me. Just a mistaken boy with a heart that's soiled by lust, made of dust and a love that's rusted by so much rejection and longed-for affection. Could you please forgive me?

I'm not what you want, and it's not important. I'd find a way to dissappear until the cloudy sky turns clear. I don't want to live like this, I know it isn't what life is. I just hope you find some way to be okay.

It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. I'm to blame, I'm to blame, and my guilt proclaim, still, I miss you so much even though I'm such a jerk, didn't work, and for so much hurt could you ever forgive me?