"Hurt section" No. 1

Sometimes when I feel down
I tend to accuse you 'bout
Things that I'd keep to myself

I'm sorry for all of them
Let's meet and make amends
Let me tell you how wrong I was

These words of conspiracy
Hide behind hipocracy
And fears that I should've faced instead

But I let them grow on me
And they won't ever set me free
How can I ever manage to escape?

And after all these days
Can I ask you to stay?
Can I ask you to forgive my mind?

Tell me you still love me
And just a dream it all has been
Tell me that some things will never change

H.M. 2022. 02. 14.