I'm Not Sorry.

Not one little bit.

It's not my fault &&
I'm starting to see it.

Why do I act like I do?
Out of fear.
Fear that I'll fail.
Fear that it'll be the end.
Fear that I'll lose it all.

I've worked too hard to just throw it all away
I thought the plan was set to forever,
but I'm not so sure that plan will stay.

Maybe tomorrow I'll figure out exactly what I want
And, if that's not the case, I will continue to hunt
through my head, my heart, my soul...

Love will still exist even if I let go.

- - - - - - -

Just give me a chance.
the light of day.
hear me out.
please do it my way,
for once.
this time can be the last
if damage is beyond repair.
did you ever love me?
do you still care?
yes? no?
It doesn't really matter.
I don't have it in me,
to trust what you say.
One way or another,
I'm gonna give it to you straight.
Can't handle it?
Then just be on your way.