It's about forgiveness.

There really wasn’t much else to do or say. No one is quite that perfect Or at all free from mistakes. Hands get cold and hearts get tired. The most honest of men become liars. I am not free from the human’s constant web of deception. I am as weak as the next man. I am broken. I am bruised. I have had my heart scraped across that pavement too. I think the coming to terms with ones mistakes is perhaps, The easiest path of forgiveness. To forgive is to love. Am I worthy? I highly doubt this. I am only human is the constant retort. You’re so human to feel, but so heartless to ignore. I create the picture with the best of inks. The best of materials. The best of what is FAKE. The mask that I will never remove, I am the person that will be the death of you. I destroy what is not in my place to hurt, I have a heart but it’s been overworked. My apologies are far and few, But know that I regret anything I may or might have done to you. And words do not speak for actions, But I’m at ends with nothing left to say or do. And as cliché as it may be Find it in your head and your heart to just forgive me.