growing up and out
running out of time and away from my past, present and future
what else is left now?
everything seems too good to be true
except the truth, of course.
i'm sorry that you had to find out this way, but at least you figured it out
i'm sorry that i can't do this anymore
i'm sorry that i'm not what you wanted me to be.
i'm sorry for everything that i might have done to you.
but most of all, i'm sorry that you don't believe me when i say i'm sorry, that i don't make myself sound sincere enough, but this is as real as i get, and if you can't figure that out, maybe this shouldn't happen.
maybe this was all just a bad idea.
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