Why do I fuck everything up? Everyone's life is awlays fucking great and then I come in and it gets screwed up. I'm sorry. God. You don't know how sorry I really am. I just want to curl up into a ball and never have to look anyone in the eyes again. I am sorry. Please, forgive me.

One more time in this game we play

Sorry that I couldn't make you stay

Placing pieces in the floor

Of all the things that we loved before

Like puddles, in the rain

Like puddles, we wash away

Hate me now so I can move on

Make it easier to see that you're gone

All the things they're gone too

Turn and changed into memories

Like puddles, in the rain

Like puddles, we wash away

New York City streets with friends by your side

Telling stories in words who've left us behind

All the things we'll never say

Leaving like puddles in the rain

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