Looking back to all
the time we shared,
and all the times we had.
It makes me feel real low
that I treated you bad.
Didn't know what I wanted,
but now I do.
I'm sorry
that this is hurting you.
You.
And now I'm living
with the mistakes
that I made in the past.
In the back of my mind
I knew things wouldn't last.
But I dragged you along,
all the crap I put you through.
And I'm sorry
that this is hurting you.
You.
Comes a time in your life
when you must must figure out
what it is that you want
and what life's all about.
Took me so long
to finally decide.
In the passenger seat
you were drug along for the ride.
I don't open up.
I don't clean up my mess.
But I'm being honest now,
nothing more and nothing less.
Do know what I don't want,
don't know what I do.
And I'm sorry
that this is Hurting You.
You (3x)
that this is Hurting You.
