To someone who was once Everything to me: I still wish things had not gone badly between us. I wish we were still friends. I wish I knew then what I know now. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t understand what I was doing then I didn’t see the point you had, Just lashed out feeling attacked. Afterward it hurt, it tore me up inside To have things conflicted between us It was hard to say I was wrong And even now it’s all I can think of When I hear Bert’s Hard to Say. Swallow my pride, I miss you And I would forgive you still If only you would forgive me too. Some would say it’s not worth it, But I hate to see that all our time together Was nothing but a waste. I should have bit off my fingers Rather than write those words to you: They were riddled with my ignorance And I couldn’t see the good thing before me. I was so far gone then I couldn’t tell wrong from right And leaving you made me fall further Away from all stability To realms of restless searching. I found him, then, of course, But those were dark times for me. I guess it only makes sense That the times I hate to remember Follow immediately after What I know was the best time of my life. You kept that line drawn for me, What was acceptable and what was too far. If only I had listened to you, I would have seen what I was becoming And I would have seen that I was wrong. If only you had been more patient with me… But I guess that’s a lot to ask for. I know I’m hard to handle sometimes And you tried the best way you knew how To tell me I was losing it. I’m not the same since you’ve been gone, I want you to know Your words haunt me even today: You had me pinned dead-on And I cringe to think of myself then. Oh, I wish we had never gone to the lake-house Wish I had taken my resolution more seriously. That, I think, ruined us more than anything. My behavior was inexcusable. I wish I could undo it But I did it enough It’s my fault I drove us apart. Years have gone by now And I still feel it. Its hard to say what I feel— Regret, I guess, for everything gone wrong, For the plague in me, and I’ve cried. I wrote you a note to apologize, But I don’t expect you to answer… So long as you know I miss you and I was wrong.