You said that we'd meet half waynbut at this pacenwe'll never be in the same placeni am running out of limbsni'm down to the last leg of this racenso, if you pass me by againnplease hit the brakesnbecause you're the only onenwho knows what it takesnto be the apple of my eyenand how bitter that tastesnhopping towards the finish lineni am hoping that things will work out finenbut i know that i will soon come to findnthat all the mistakes that were made were minenso, if you pass me by againnplease hit the breaknbecause you're the only onenwho knows what it takesnto be the apple of my eyenand how bitter that tastesni'm sorry for everything i saidnexcept for the apologiesni'm sorry for being sorrynbut sometimes you've got to do these thingsni've said it all beforeni'm rotten to the coreneveryday that goes byni want this more and morenso here it is, i'll finally admit this shitni fucked upni'm fucked up