And who's to say that it's wrong?

I feel low,

So low, no one can even dive down deep enough

To grab me by the hand and swim me to the surface.

I’m choking on the salt water,

But it’s not even the ocean.

It’s the tears that came from knowing I did you wrong,

And I continue to do you wrong.

And I don’t even think you know.

You notice, sure, but you don’t know,

Just how bad I’m hurting from hurting you.

I wish you could know without really knowing.

I can’t do the right thing.

Because if I did, I don’t know what you’d do or say.

It’s not that I did nearly as much damage this time,

But it was severe enough.

You won’t understand,

And I can never explain.

I don’t want to be back there,

Sitting in Denny’s,

Our hands touching, on the table,

You telling me that it’s done.

That hurt so much,

To see the tears in your eyes,

Or you kneeling down in front of me begging,

For this to not be it.

I’m so sorry.

I’m so, so, so sorry.

I didn’t realize that you cared as much as you do.

I didn’t realize I meant that much.

Maybe if I did, I wouldn’t do these horrible things to you.

I’m sorry.

Please don’t ask what’s wrong tonight,

Please?

You don’t want to know,

And I’m not ready to explain.

I don’t know if there is even a right way to explain.

I’ll keep it simple:

I’m sorry.