Just random. I was listening to this song and decided to write about it. It's a songfic, so it would make more sense to actually read the lyrics. The song is Apologize by OneRepublic. If you haven't heard it, go do that, because it's a great song. It's short, maybe too short for most people's liking, but I'll see how it works.
Disclaimer: Song and show not mine.
I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
He had broken up with me. For the seventh time, all of them between October and March of Junior year. I hated it. He had pulled me around by the heartstrings, played around with my emotions. He put me through unreasonable hellish hurt.
I felt like I wanted to kill myself because of him. Needed to. For him.
But each time he said that he needed me back.
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...
There we were, just outside the school, waiting for our busses to come to take us home. He walks up to me and says,
"Miles, please, I love you, I need you. I'm sorry about what has happened in the past. I'm sorry. But can't we move on? Start over?"
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I shake my head at him and almost in disappointment, almost in anger, almost in disbelief I say, "You stay that every time, Jake. You say you love me and need me, then just go and hurt me again. It's too late for that. It's too late to apologize now. I just can't handle it any more."
"But I love you. You know that. And I know that you love me back. C'mon Miles. I'm sorry."
I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothin new
I loved you with a fire red-
Now it's turning blue, and you say...
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...
"I'm sor-"
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I cut him off, "'I'm sorry?' That's all you can say? Sorry isn't going to cut it anymore. Like I said, it's too late for that. We're done Jake. Through. Sure I'll miss being with you, but I won't miss what you've done to me."
He just stares at me. In shock, I assume. He thinks he can take advantage of me.
I give him a sly smile, "Maybe I'm sorry."
And with that I step on my bus.
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