I don’t know what you want from me
All I ever do is admit
I make mistakes I just don’t know which
Is the one that closed all the doors around me
I just wanted to be told what it was so I could try to make it better
Empty apologies mean nothing
I can apologise for days and it will never mean anything
Because all I can do is apologise for things I don’t understand what it was
If I don’t understand then how can I fix it?
And one thousand written five letter words will never be worth
The words said outloud.
So what am I supposed to do now with every empty road followed and every door shut tight?
I could bang on them and scream apologies into the night
No, I think some of it was definitely not something to apologise for
Especially since May.
Especially since then I feel like March and April
Never happened.
I just felt like I was doing as I was told I didn’t know what I was doing would cause pain
It wasn’t my intention.
Intentions be damned.
Because even my intentions don’t matter.
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