Sometimes it's hard to admit you're wrong, especially when it involves having hurt someone. Reflecting on such things sucks really, really bad. People talk about living without regret; but I can't because there are things I regret. No amount of sorry can change anything, but it certainly is a humbling feeling. I know everything happens for a reason, and yes, I learned my lesson but still... Ouch.
"The Arson"
I built you a home out selfish wood and I lit a match, without thinking
Each flame tore apart memories I'd saved of you
Your heart turned to ash, and I was the arson
Who fled the scene, went somewhere dark
Now all I have left are the charred remains of you
Justin
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