A moment that stops you in time,
From realising your lost without feeling fine,
Theres always two sides to every story,
And the hardest word, ironically is sorry.
It hasn't been easy letting you go,
Constantly thinking I'm fine but really I'm low.
I wish I could just apologize,
But then I remember the lies.
Who to believe its so confusing,
But then I've gotta face this, losing.
Who says we have to kee our pride,
And instead of ignoring and trying to hide,
We just ask each other for forgiveness?
