I'm submitting an apology
Because you're not alone in hating me,
And while some days I have my apathy,
Many days I hate me, too.
You know, we can't all always be right,
And I admit at times throughout the fight
I completely neglect to recognize
When the bad guy isn't you.

I've mistaken true integrity
For acting in respect to my own means.
With my agenda always guiding me,
I just let my love subside.
I fed doubts to my growing ego.
I was so bent on being right, I know.
The villain always thinks he's the hero
In the story that he writes.

I have had my share of moments flee
During which fear and action disagree,
But since regret does not sit well with me,
I pretend I have a plan.
But the truth is that I'm sick with hate
For all the chances I would never take
Today, tomorrow, and on everyday
Since the day this all began.

After all the wrongs we've passed between,
The truest crime, or so it seems to me,
Is that we've walked away, never to see
Just how it should have ended.
My stubborn pride pushed me away
And I'm betting that you can say the same.
Now we are stuck where bitter anger stays,
Which I never intended.

Our apologies would seem futile
And I know making up is not our style,
But I've been sitting here for quite awhile
Hoping that these things arise.
But, to meet the world outside is best,
So, I'll set down what little hope is left.
I know he cannot help me with this mess;
All he has left to tell are lies.
 
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