These lips have said it a million times,
but they can only hope you ears won’t get tired.
I know sometimes all I can do is apologise,
and pray that your heart won’t get tired.
For repeating the same mistakes.
For unintentionally hurting you with my ignorance.
For being so goddamn clueless.
For being a lot to handle.
For being so selfish.
For being incompetent in loving you right.
I can’t afford to let you slip away through my fingers again.
Because then the sunshowers were thunderstorms instead.
I will do my best to heal your pain,
and I hope I won’t be the one giving you pain instead.
This is us. This is we. This is ours.
Let me love you right.