I'm sorry, so sorry
I f*cked everything up
Everything that was ever good
Is gone for good
I'd come running back
If I thought that you'd still have me
But you wouldn't it's been too long
And you like someone else
Unlucky for me
I only want the things I can't have
It's all my fault
We were
Meant to be
But I didn't know it then
But I do now
But now it's too late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem