Cause I've made mistakes, Good ones too,
And I won't pretend I don't regret telling you.
For the wrongs and the rights,
And the kisses and the fights,
And the looks that caught my eye,
Or the ashamed little sighs.
Bitch you were supposed to stand by,
To keep an unjudgeful mind,
To wrap me up into your arms,
To tell me to be calm.
But you tricked out here slut,
Your words telling me to get fucked.
When all I needed was some comfort,
To promise it would start not to hurt.
To realize I could be more,
Not to emphasize I was a whore.
Not all of us can be so glad,
When all hearts have done is make us sad.
When we are all alone,
And no missed calls on our phone.
No one to climb in bed,
No one to hold your head,
And tell you that what you are is good,
And you shouldn't change it if you could,
Cause for you you can learn,
And past you's, you will burn.
Till the one you wanna be,
Rebirths from fire and you'll see,
The change you had to be,
But you can't do it alone,
You need friends who will phone.
Will take upon your hand,
And help your crashing p-lane land.
No matter what the emergency,
They'll work with utter urgency,
To be there for what you need,
And forget the history.
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