My intentions are good
But why do it translates to nothingness?
Can I go back
To the moment before I even tried?
Now Im carrying the weight
And I cant barely hold it up
Atlas must felt the same
Holding the sky away from the sand
Should accept that sometimes
The truth hurts, and hurts deep
Cause it may take a hundred lifetimes
For me to finally get it right
Should have get wiser
From each moment that life
Turns to a diffent cheek
But no, sometimes wrong is an adrenaline rush
So the last thing that I can speak
To you that cares
Is a simple sorry
That even me sometimes can't take
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