2 June 2012
I said something wrong, you called me a jerk. I got upset. Now I don't know what's going on. I know I'm not a jerk, and not a pet.
I know you're sad about something. I want to help, But not if I'm a jerk. If you could treat me like I mean something, then I could help.
Can't be your doormat. Can't be your loser man. I do like a heated chat, but let's not be like that.
I get the blame. I apologize. I apologize. I apologize. I apologize.
But you never ever apologize. I'm supposed to let it all slide. I love you darling, and I would, but I don't know if I could.
I would be doing you a bad favour, if I let you enslave me, in hard labour. You don't want a man who's weak. You want a man who can speak. You don't want a mere pushover. I know, because then it would be over.
I won't be the scapegoat in this love. I want to be the king in your heart. I wish we could be good, and spread our loves clove. I worry that I am now disappearing from your heart.
I hope you stop this disappearing act, and gosh, I hope you'll just come back.
I Can Never Be Sorry Enough • Opuss № I