I'm

a

ho-

ney-

bee,

brea-

king

your

heart,

broke

mine

e-

nough

to

kill

me.

I

let

you

feel

my

sting

be-

fore

my

last

bit-

ter-

sweet

mo-

ments

of

fly-

ing.

I

thought

I

heard

you

say

some-

thing

a-

bout

be-

ing

un-

de-

ser-

ving,

but

this

time

not

of

a

Love

so

great,

but

of

a

pain

in-

flic-

ted

so

self-

ish-

ly.

I

think

that

you

de-

serve

some

form

of

a-

po-

lo-

gy

So

here

I

am,

and

here

it

i-

s.

I'm

sor-

ry.

oh-

oh-

oh.

oh-

oh-

oh.

You

were

the

ba-

lloon

that

drif-

ted

from

the

flock

in-

to

my

win-

dow.

But

you

slipped

right

through

my

fin-

gers

that

grew

too

ti-

re-

some

to

hold

you.

I

watched

you

float

a-

way,

watched

as

it

turned

in-

to

des-

perate

lon-

ging.

This

time

not

for

some

dras-

tic

change,

but

for

the

string

that

was

made

to

be

held

by

me.

I

think

that

you

de-

serve

some

form

of

a-

po-

lo-

gy.

So

here

I

am,

once

a-

ga-

in,

I'm

sor-

ry.

oh-

oh-

oh.

oh-

oh-

oh.

I

don't

e-

ven

want

you

back

No,

I

would

ne-

ver

want

to

risk

some-

thing

like

that.

'Cause

I

lost

faith

in

my-

self,

when

I

turned

a-

way

from

the

one

with

the

lon-

gest

stretch

of

em-

bra-

cing

arms

to

hold

hold

hold

m-

e.

So

now

I'm

all

a-

lone.

I

guess

God

grew

too

ti-

red

to

fix

the

mis-

takes

he

made

with

Love.

I

think

his

big-

gest

mis-

take

was

ma-

king

me.

I

think

that

you

de-

serve

some

form

of

a-

po-

lo-

gy.

So

here

I

am,

at

the

e-

nd,

I'm

sor-

ry.

oh-

oh-

oh.

oh-

oh-

oh.