Tied around the mess I've made
The air I breathe much harder
Everytime I speak
The words you've heard a thousand times
I know you're sick of it.
I'm sorry for making everything that hurts the most.
And after all is said and done
You pick me up no matter where i fall
You hold me in your arms and
thats like the luckiest feeling of all...
I've learned from the past,and i fear of making any stupid mistakes again.
Somehow, I can't change the past, but I belive I can change the future.
And I'm really sorry for what I've done.
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