I want to start by apologizing
For all of my wrong doings
And I want to say I’m sorry
And I hope that you’ll forgive me
I can’t keep complaining about these things
And I can’t keep talking about nothing
And I want to say that I’m waiting
For the moment when I’m done singing
Like a broken record, or a track on loop
I just keep chugging out the same bullshit
I’m just using it as a way to cope
And I’m finally ready to up and quit
Most of this won’t make sense
And most of this will fall on deaf ears
And confusion seems to sleep best
When it’s been overwhelming for years
I want to continue to apologize
For all of my lackluster words
And I want to say I’m sorry
For trying to write down things I’ve only heard
I can’t keep complaining about these things
I’ve never felt the way I often describe
I simply revel in the way I’m sinking
And my views on love are a diatribe
Like a broken record, going round and round
I just want to be done with this bullshit
I’m done using this as a means to an end
And I think now it’s time to start dealing with it
So I’m off for a while, until I can honestly narrate
What love is truly meant to be
And I’m sorry if this one doesn’t suit you
But I’ve lost what it was to be me…
1 comment:
this is a terrible excuse to stop writing. I need to take you out of the house seriously. If i just show up one day you know why.
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