I’m so sorry for hurting you.
I never should have taken you for granted, as now you’re gone.
It’s my own fault. I’ll never forgive myself for what I’ve done to you.
And now, I’m so conflicted. I love you so much, and miss you so much.
But I screwed up, and now I have someone else, but I can’t stop missing you.
Does this ever get easier? Do I ever stop missing you?
What if you really were my lobster?