Treasure Island

Cheyanne Johnson


- -Austin- -


im sorry that we ended like this.
im sorry that u couldnt see.
im sorry that there is no more me and you.

im sorry that it has to be this way.

im sorry that we could fix it.
im sorry that we couldnt just be.
im sorry that we wernt ment to be.

im sorry that it has to be this way.

im sorry that i thought i couldnt trust you.
im sorry i thought that u never listened.
im sorry that you felt that way.

im sorry that it has to be this way.

im sorry that u made those mistakes.
im sorry that i didnt learn the first time.
im sorry that im so mad.

im sorry that it has to be this way.
but thats just the way life goes.
it i better for me,
and it's better for you.
im sorry.

Submitted: Thursday, June 11, 2009
Edited: Thursday, June 11, 2009

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