The selfish me

Who wants everything that I cant have

Wasnt fully aware that the amount of sorry would reach its limit soon

The selfish me

Who dosent want to be right

If ever my love was wrong

The selfish me 

That wouldnt accept anything less

Have now understand 

To not speak of love easily 

But instead 

To let love become its own person

The selfish me 

Who now speaks of maturity 

Knows that we are not born to hurt each other

Cause when you love someone

You want them to love you back