I behaved in such a way that fills me with so much shame.
I slandered your reputation and tarnished both our names.
You asked for nothing but honesty and I just played foolish games.
Now that I am alone, so alone, I have to accept the blame.
Sorrowful now that I have no idea what tomorrow holds.
I chose to go astray instead of following your road to Rome that was paved with gold.
I claimed I wrote the book, my ego got in the way and I lost control.
Threw my arms up in frustration, didn't stick around to see how our story would unfold.
I spit on my past now as I cannot let it dictate our future.
Pretended that there were other qualified suitors,
but that was just a lie, a figment of my own imagination.
My wounds refuse to heal, only your hands can do up the sutures.
I close my eyes and cry for all I see is your picture...it's haunting me.
Possessed now as you're the one that loved me best.
I confess now that you're the one that stands taller than the rest.
Detest how I made you suffer through my worst.
But it's true how, I said I would always put you first.
Every day now, without you, feels like too many hours too long.
As I sit and daydream about you; then I sing you silly songs.
You were the closest I had ever come to perfection.
Now I patiently await our love's resurrection.
Sorrowful now that I have no idea what tomorrow holds.
I chose to go astray instead of following your road to Rome that was paved with gold.
I claimed I wrote the book, my ego got in the way and I lost control.
Threw my arms up in frustration, didn't stick around to see how our story would unfold.
Amore, tu sei mio vita, te amo...
forever. I imagine us together, in Sicily
or strolling through the sands of Positano.
You brought colour to my life just like the Cinque Terre.
So elegant like in Milano.
In Napoli, we could eat gnocchi.
Just say you'll always be my blueby.
Sorrowful now that I have no idea what tomorrow holds.
I chose to go astray instead of following your road to Rome that was paved with gold.
I claimed I wrote the book, my ego got in the way and I lost control.
Threw my arms up in frustration, didn't stick around to see how our story would unfold.
I slandered your reputation and tarnished both our names.
You asked for nothing but honesty and I just played foolish games.
Now that I am alone, so alone, I have to accept the blame.
Sorrowful now that I have no idea what tomorrow holds.
I chose to go astray instead of following your road to Rome that was paved with gold.
I claimed I wrote the book, my ego got in the way and I lost control.
Threw my arms up in frustration, didn't stick around to see how our story would unfold.
I spit on my past now as I cannot let it dictate our future.
Pretended that there were other qualified suitors,
but that was just a lie, a figment of my own imagination.
My wounds refuse to heal, only your hands can do up the sutures.
I close my eyes and cry for all I see is your picture...it's haunting me.
Possessed now as you're the one that loved me best.
I confess now that you're the one that stands taller than the rest.
Detest how I made you suffer through my worst.
But it's true how, I said I would always put you first.
Every day now, without you, feels like too many hours too long.
As I sit and daydream about you; then I sing you silly songs.
You were the closest I had ever come to perfection.
Now I patiently await our love's resurrection.
Sorrowful now that I have no idea what tomorrow holds.
I chose to go astray instead of following your road to Rome that was paved with gold.
I claimed I wrote the book, my ego got in the way and I lost control.
Threw my arms up in frustration, didn't stick around to see how our story would unfold.
Amore, tu sei mio vita, te amo...
forever. I imagine us together, in Sicily
or strolling through the sands of Positano.
You brought colour to my life just like the Cinque Terre.
So elegant like in Milano.
In Napoli, we could eat gnocchi.
Just say you'll always be my blueby.
Sorrowful now that I have no idea what tomorrow holds.
I chose to go astray instead of following your road to Rome that was paved with gold.
I claimed I wrote the book, my ego got in the way and I lost control.
Threw my arms up in frustration, didn't stick around to see how our story would unfold.
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