On unsteady feet I stand up to face you,
to hear what the jury has decided.
Fear in my heart, and cold in my soul,
yet I know my actions where not blinded.
So I must take responsibility of your broken heart,
I must take my punishment.
Tears in my eyes, a dry throat,
feelings are running rampant.
Yet I cannot linger on what I feel,
you are the victim here.
I cannot dwell on my pain at seeing you suffer or
doubting if things were ever real.
I tripped, I stumbled, but I'm still on the right path.
I'm still where I am meant to be.
I know you hear emptiness in the words,
but you are the only one for me.
The damage I've done is vast,
I realized that when you looked at me.
I'm sorry just wont cut it this time,
no matter how much I beg and plead on my knees.
But I AM sorry you see,
I think about your pain constantly.
It's breaking me down, the sorrow in your voice.
But again, this is not about me.
So I wait for your choice patiently.
Praying you still love me,
knowing I'm not worth it.
But I wont give up on us so I stand here,
awaiting your verdict.
