I don’t know if I am sorry
Though I know I don’t regret it.
My heart may try to deny you
But maybe now you see me.
I’m not just a letter, words on a paper
Not simple penned phrases at night.
I gave you my heart and you tore it
You ripped it to miniscule shreds.
The truth was an answer I’d begged for
Your lies were not something I wanted.
Whether you’d wanted the real me
Was a sentiment you never wrought.
So if I have killed all your happiness
By directing my hurt onto you,
Then forgive me for doing what you did
Forgive me for acting the same
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