I'm Sorry

This time I must suffocate my giggles and whispers
This time I must shut down my voice and my fun
I must tell the truth about how I was about to know faith
This time I must reconcile myself and be self-reliant
This time I must recover my concentration and expansion
As I reconnect with a new kind of spiritual self-increase

Now that it fits all the sizes
Now that I find myself perfectly familiarized
I choose to pretend I can't hear
What's screaming deafeningly back at me

I'm sorry for not standing my ground
I'm sorry for not have healed the wounds
I'm sorry for not being able to correspond
I'm sorry for not giving a damn
No one feels worst than me, my friend

This time I must recall what I've actually came here for
This time I must find another way to redeem my coldness
I must land back to where I don't know where I stand
This time I must redefine how far I should have gone
This time I must know the depth is the greatest of heights
As I discover I can't look for consolation anymore

Now that it fits to me to decide
Now that I see the real evil of all this time
I choose to pretend I can't see
The light that keeps blinding me

I'm sorry for not have cried for someone else
I'm sorry for have no shadows or past regrets
I'm sorry for keep my chin over your head
I'm sorry for believing love was just secretly kept
I'm sorry for not have made the transition
No one feels worst than me, my friend

I'm free to be limitless in the space I reside
And free to be growing at my own time
I'm free to see continuation in discontinuity
Whether it means delusion or the hardest reality
I'm free and I'm sorry for being so