Apologies, my (ex) friend.

In my eagerness to prove myself,
I lost the belt wrapped around my thoughts, it felt,
Someone else was talking now.
And I found that the crown I grew,
Got heavier and heavier.
The more the sky was blue.
Even then I couldn't seem to do,
Half the things I promised you,
Though I really wanted to.
So I really guess its mad past due,
When I go head and tell you,
Yeah, I'm sorry too.

The End

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