If only that day you admit what you did is wrong.
If only that day you admit that you mistreated me.
If only that day you admitted the disrespect you did towards me.
If only that day you at least give me your last, regretful face.
If only that day you begging for forgiveness.
Maybe I’m not going to be like this.
Maybe I’m not living my nightmare.
Maybe I’m not afraid to dream again.
Maybe I won’t despise myself like this moment.
Maybe I can fly as far as I want without worrying about falling.
