I feel ill
With words of repentance and love
I could never forget what it felt like
To feel my heart drop and watch
As lonely insects swarmed around it
And fed off like a disease to
A diagnosed patient, you no longer see me
You no longer see me

What am I doing?
But holding back tears and thinking of you?

With this tainted image of me
With no longer love but disappointment
I'm still here, I'm still here
I'm, I'm still here

I just forgot I was human for a second
And that I can't just be some image, I have error

I long to hear your voice again
Untainted with openness
Your voice again

(I'm sorry for what, for what I've done)
I'm sorry for what I've done
I'm sorry, what have I done?
And for what I have done I am truly sorry
Though I will still reflect on what we had
Though I will still reflect on what we had
What we had
What we had
What we

And all of the potential
And all of the potential
And all of the potential
And all of the potential