Force-feeded my imperfection. Choking from mistakes I've done.
Gasping for your condonation, my relief. All regret in vain 'cause I would fail again.
And once again I'm fucked up by mistake.
I fall on my knees to see you crawling back to me. So damn shattered, so broken-hearted.
Aware of what I've lost. Unable to erase (what) has been carved so deeply (in) our lovely
Story.
I want to believe in you saving me, saving us. Want to trust your stalwart hope.
I picture you and me sharing this together.
You are every single tear I cried. I hope you're willing to embrace my regret one day.
Saving us, Saving me. A losing battle right from the start.