but as i replay in my mind
a million ways you've could've made it right,
phrases you'd never say,
the fibs i had to tell myself,
and contemplate what everything meant,
it's easy to believe
and clear to me
you didn't give anything
i'm usually willing to forgive
so how am i holding a grudge now?
when you gave it your all
you say i'm just impossble
and maybe i could have been
maybe i still am
but you were the one who tore apart
things you could never mend
so, is this really my sin?
or maybe you're just corrupted
promised things.
and you swore you never intended to break
but there's times when the thought's what counts
and this isn't one of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem