I have thought about what it would be like
To try and love you again
I am sick of crying about the past
I am sick of you existing in my pen,
And releasing you on my pages,
Staying in the memory of you
It's all regrets and rages,
It's always about you
I have thought about
what it would be like
To simply just forgive you,
And what if i were to kiss you?
I have thought about it..