| For hearing all my doubts so selectively and
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| For continuing my numbing love endlessly
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| For helping you, and myself, not even considering
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| For beating myself up and over functioning
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| To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
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| No one’s been crueler than I’ve been to me
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| For letting you decide if I indeed was desirable
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| For my self-love being so embarrassingly conditional
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| And for denying myself to somehow make us compatible
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| And for trying to fit a rectangle into a ball
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| To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
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| No one’s been crueler than I’ve been to me
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| I’m sorry to myself
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| My apologies begin here before everybody else
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| I’m sorry, sorry to myself
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| For treating me worse than I would anybody else
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| For blaming myself for your unhappiness
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| And for my impatience when I was perfect where I was
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| Ignoring all the signs that I was not ready
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| And expecting myself to be where you wanted me to be
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| To whom do I owe the first apology?
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| No one’s been crueler than I’ve been to me
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| And I’m sorry to myself
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| My apologies begin here before everybody else
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| I’m sorry to myself
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| For treating me worse than I would anybody else
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| Well, I wonder which crime is the biggest
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| Forgetting you or forgetting myself
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| Had I heeded the wisdom of the latter
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| I would’ve naturally loved the former
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| For ignoring you: my highest voices
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| For smiling when my strife was all too obvious
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| For being so disassociated from my body
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| And not letting go when it would’ve been the kindest thing
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| To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
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| No one’s been crueler than I’ve been to me
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| And I’m sorry to myself
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| My apologies begin here before everybody else
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| I’m sorry to myself
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| For treating me worse than I would anybody else
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| I’m sorry to myself
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| My apologies begin here before everybody else
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| I’m sorry to myself
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| For treating me worse than I would anybody else |