If It Hurts This Much, Then It Must Be Love

Knelt at your feet I pray for forgiveness,
Twisting my hands in the fabric of your shirt,
I just want you to see I’m sorry for all the hurt,
For the heartbreak, anger and all the rest,
For making you feel like second best.

You push me back so I’m laid on the floor,
Spit at my feet and head for the door,
I scream and beg for you to stay,
Just that I might see the day,
That you’ll want to hold me once more.