Treasure Island

Jacob Gifford

(1995 / plano Illinois)

I Didn't Mean Too


If I had a rose for every sorry,
I'd have picked a whole field.

I'm sorry for all I have put you through,
All I can say is thank you,
For the good times you gave me.

I'm sorry for lying,
Now I can't stop crying,
I feel like I'm dying,
I can't stop trying,
To get you back.

And hold you in my arms,
Your face against my chest,
I'm so blessed,
To ever know you.

I want to hold you,
Kiss you,
Squeeze you,
Tickle you,
But most of all,
I want to always be with you,
I wish you could see,
How much I still like you.

You put my heart back together,
You promised me,
You would be with me forever.

Submitted: Thursday, December 16, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, September 04, 2012

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