The Misfortunes of the Immature.
No I'm not calling you immature. So don't be a jerk about it. I'm saying that given our age you and I make immature decisions. Its a right of passage. And with immature decisions follows more and more immature decisions. I am sorry. I really truly am. Not
If only I could find some truth
In the lies that have become my life.
I know I loved you without a doubt
But I never meant for the strife.
Everything I have done was for the greater good
I wish you would understand.
You were supposed to know me well enough
Walk with me hand in hand.
Instead you threw it in my face
Time and time again.
Pissing me off beyond recognition
Bringing us to an end.
I spit words of venom to defend myself
To try and fix my broken heart.
But those words only hurt me more
Tore me straight apart.
I never wanted to hurt you,
You were my greatest treasure.
But now you’re just an asshole
Who turned me evil beyond measure.
An apology you do not know
Sorry is something you cannot feel.
Because when it all boils down
It’s just something you “don’t want to deal.”
Unlike you I’m not cold-hearted
I may say things but you know I don’t mean it.
Unlike you I wish you the best of luck
And am here if you ever needed it.
Because I am not evil
Though you like to think I am.
I just love you so very much
Hopefully someday you’ll realize that Sam.
