If this is how things will be;
if this is how we will now be,
I’d rather live in our yesterday
with me promising to always stay.
If only I knew from the very beginning;
if only I knew I would hurt you someday,
we shouldn’t have allowed our feelings to grow
so you wouldn’t be shedding those tears that now flow.
If there is a better way of saying, “I’m sorry”;
if there is a chance of forgiving me truly,
I shouldn’t have bothered myself anymore,
praying and hoping for an impossible tomorrow.
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