The rock in my shoe.

[thisismyfault]

I don't know if you'll forgive me for being so blind to how you felt.
Don't ask my why I couldn't see it.
That'd take years to figure out.
And that's not something I know much about.
But there's only one way to find out.
What I know is that I hurt you.

And what I know is that I suck.
And what I know is that I'm sorry.
And what I know is that I'm a loser.
And what I know is I screwed up,
And that I'll never get your trust.

And what I know is that everything I touch just turns to dust.

I'm sorry for freshman year.
I would hate me.
But we got this, don't we?