If It Comes Back To You...

Sorry

You like to hurt me
You know that you do
You like to think in some way
That it's me and not you
(But we know that isn't true)

You like to have me
Jump and be good
But I don't want to do it
You don't know why I don't act
The way you think I should

You thought they'd make me
Behave and submit
What were you thinking
'Cause I don't forget

You don't know why
I won't give in
To hell with the pressure
I'm not caving in

You know that I got
Under your skin
You sold your soul
But I won't let you win

...

You've got all the answers
You know everything

...

I'm sorry for you
Not sorry for me
You don't know who in the hell to
Or not to believe

I'm sorry for you
Not sorry for me
You don't know who you can trust now
Or you should believe

...

You close your eyes
All well and good

...

You tell them stories
They'd rather believe
Use and confuse them
They're numb and naïve
The truth is the truth hurts don't you agree
It's harder to live with the truth about you
Than to live with the lies about me
Nobody owes you
Not one god damn thing

...

I'm sorry for you
Not sorry for me
You chose to hurt those that love you
And not set them free
...

You don't need
Anybody else to be
Sorry for you
You've got no heart
You can't see
All that you've done for me
I know the reasons
You tear me apart

-Guns N' Roses

Today I learned that she's gone, pretty much for good. It's probably all for the best, right? The old adage "If you love something, set it free...." seems to apply here. And the answer is: She never was mine to hold on to. The door may always be open, but I doubt she'll ever choose to walk back through it.

For a new beginning, take the next exit.