Yeah, it sucks. And why ? It hurts so much. I hurt you so much. But I had no idea. I convinced myself you were obtaining affection from many other girls. I suspected a lack of right over the full of you was due to your lack of interest in anything of me that did not involve curves. I expected the first time to be the last, and for my heart to be nontransferable. But you brought me back to smooth skin and a genuine smile. I thought I'd never be broken again. I wasted hours on campaigning a happy future and a smooth ride. But I'm an irrevocable fuck up. And you saw through my poetic words and the silkiness contained venom which seeped into your veins. I'm repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." And I'm meaning it. I've never meant it: no ones ever deserved it. Now, I'm cutting. Everything's getting deeper. All for a regret and a boy I've known no longer than a few months.