I am not a gentleman. I tried; I failed. I am too much of a "ghetto city boy" for that anymore. Maybe in another lifetime; not now.
I am at a loss. I have flaws. Sorry. I'll have to remember to be perfect next time.
I tease you because I can't say "I Love You."
I beckon. Like a siren. No, wait, sirens are beautiful. They're also female. And european.
This is me. That is me also. Everyone has a dark side; I've kept mine under wraps for so long it burst out in a fit of showering locusts, pouring forth and destroying everything I've worked for.
I have done wrong.
It takes two to love.
There was love. Once. Now it's just pain. Pure pain. The pain I felt when I left. The pain I felt when I saw you no longer loved me.
I was stupid. I thought I could bring you back.
I was wrong.
I pushed away the closest friend I've ever had,
I'll never forgive myself.