
I forgive you. We were just a couple of kids trying to figure out how to live doing it our way. No shame, no blame. Cause the damage is done and I forgive you. We were busy living the dream and never noticed the glass ceiling falling on us. I forgive you, I forgive me now do I start to feel again. If I hate you, what does that do? So I breathe in and I count to ten. For every time that I cried over some stupid thing you did to hurt me. That’s alright, I forgive you!



