For hearing all my doubts so selectively and
For continuing my numbing love endlessly.
For helping you and myself: not even considering
For beating myself up and over functioning.

To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No one´s been crueller than I´ve been to me.

For letting you decide if I indeed was desirable
For myself love being so embarrassingly conditional.
And for denying myself to somehow make us compatible
And for trying to fit a rectangle into a ball.

And
To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No one´s been crueller than I´ve been to me.

I´m sorry to myself.
My apologies begin here before everybody else.
I´m sorry to myself.
For treating me worse than I would anybody else.

For blaming myself for your unhappiness
And for my impatience when I was perfect where I was.
Ignoring all the signs that I was not ready,
And expecting myself to be where you wanted me to be.

To whom do I owe the first apology?
No one´s been crueller than I´ve been to me.

And
I´m sorry to myself.
My apologies begin here before everybody else.
I´m sorry to myself.
For treating me worse than I would anybody else.

Well, I wonder which crime is the biggest?
Forgetting you or forgetting myself...
Had I heeded the wisdom of the latter,
I would´ve naturally loved the former.

For ignoring you: my highest voices.
For smiling when my strife was all too obvious.
For being so disassociated from my body,
And for not letting go when it would´ve been the kindest thing.

To whom do I owe the biggest apology?
No one´s been crueler than I´ve been to me.

And
I´m sorry to myself.
My apologies begin here before everybody else
I´m sorry to myself.
For treating me worse than I would anybody else.
I´m sorry to myself.
My apologies begin here before everybody else
I´m sorry to myself.
For treating me worse than I would anybody else