Iím writing now to tell you Iím sorry,
For some deeds that I have done.
This apology probably wonít matter,
Except for me, to anyone.
You are not the only person I love
Who I seem to have hurt yet again.
And I donít deserve your forgiveness
But I need you as my friend.
I know that my request is selfish,
And that even with your redemption
Iíll still cling to my precious guilt,
Though I never harbored these intentions.
I did not mean to betray you
By giving up one simple word.
I wish now that I could take it back,
If only Iíd known that it would cause your hurt.
What makes this whole thing worse
Is that I have done this to you before,
Only I knew that I was doing wrong
But being selfish, I just wanted more.
I had stolen part of a love
That was no longer mine to have;
Now Iíve unwillingly forsaken your trust,
It seems, and confessed of that.
Two crimes against one for whom I claim to care
The first knowingly, but the latter not,
And your cold anger comes for the secondÖ
When I least expect it, irony burns hot.
And yet I spill my heart out now,
Though Iím sure this letter will go unsent.
You may never know these things, but still I write
Because I have no other vehemence.
So this apology will not matter,
This admission wonít reach you or anyone,
But Iím writing now to tell you Iím sorry
Even though my deeds are done.