Halsey- Sorry

This song just reminds me how I am not perfect, this song really hit me hard, made me realise that I am too busy moping about how everyone hurt me, but I didnt even take a moment to realise that I have also hurt people.
I’ve missed your calls for months it seems
Don’t realize how mean I can be
‘Cause I can sometimes treat the people
That I love like jewelry
‘Cause I can change my mind each day
I didn’t mean to try you on
But I still know your birthday
And your mother’s favorite song
So I’m sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really
Starts to fall in love with me
Sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry I could be so blind
Didn’t mean to leave you
And all of the things that we had behind
I run away when things are good
And never really understood
The way you laid your eyes on me
In ways that no one ever could
And so it seems I broke your heart
My ignorance has struck again
I failed to see it from the start
And tore you open ’til the end
And I’m sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really
Starts to fall in love with me
Sorry to my unknown lover
Sorry I could be so blind
Didn’t mean to leave you
And all of the things that we had behind
And someone will love you
But someone isn’t me

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Sorry

When I say I’m sorry, I mean it.

I’m the least sincere person you’ll ever meet. I try to be sincere and when I say I’m sorry,  I truly mean it. I’m not saying it to shut you up.

Thing is, no one believes it. It comes across casual and insincere. I can’t show you how sorry I am because I don’t know how. I don’t know how to share any sort of emotion. It’s difficult to get people to believe you with a straight, stoney face. I guess that’s where people don’t understand me. They expect some sort of reaction which I never give. Cos well, I never have.  I’ve always been the same.  I don’t get too excited about anything, in a way I guess it’s good, it’s good to not expect too much. 

However it’s difficult for people to see how you are feeling when you don’t show them. It’s like giving of mixed signals, it gets confusing.

I hate the way I am sometimes, how I wish sometimes I was an open book.