Sunday, December 01, 2013

Owner Of A Lonely [Heart].

I never mean to screw up. 
I make a bad call and the unthinkable happens. 
It’s not like I do it on purpose. 
It’s not like I want to hurt anyone. 
But sometimes I do, sometimes I make mistakes. 
And when I blow it, I'm sorry. Not that being sorry really matters, not anymore. No apology in the world matters now.

We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. I understand that. I know nobody’s perfect but how do you live with it? How do you get up every morning and face the world knowing you could’ve done better, that you should’ve done better. 

Is sorry enough? 
Can an apology actually heal our wounds? 
Ease our pain? 
Can it undone the hurt we’ve caused?

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