Truth

Why do we keep running away from the truth when it's the only thing that defines us?

You deserved an explanation. I always knew you did. Yet, my immaturity and ineptness at dealing with the situation drove you so far away, I can't reach out to you. Not that I'm complaining, but what if?

What if I told you the truth then?
Would we still have what was beginning to build up then? Or would that have made matters even worse?

I wish I could take everything back that I said.

"They say that things happen for a reason,
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding,
Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving,
And when our hearts break no it don't break even."

Because in the end, the truth is also what destroys us.

And the truth is, I wish I could apologise, but I'm sure, it doesn't matter at all to you.

The guilt and regret are my burdens to carry to the grave.