Tekstovi: Happy Campers. Other. Hurting You.

Looking back to all the time we shared, and all the times we had. It makes me feel real low that I treated you bad. Didn't know what I wanted, but now I do. I'm sorry that this is hurting you. And now I'm living with the mistakes that I made in the past. In the back of my mind I knew things wouldn't last. But I dragged you along, all the crap I put you through. And I'm sorry that this is hurting you. Comes a time in your life when you must must figure out what it is that you want and what life's all about. Took me so long to finally decide. In the passenger seat you were drug along for the ride. I don't open up. I don't clean up my mess. But I'm being honest now, nothing more and nothing less. Do know what I don't want, don't know what I do. And I'm sorry that this is Hurting You.