This is an apology, for what I said before.
This is an attempt to make things right.
First impressions did not last, and I can’t say.
I’m sorry any more.
Oh, I guess that’s how it goes.
Friendships stick, and the sex drive slows.
I start to wish; I’d spent less time.
Rating your body, to discover your mind.
So I mistook insecurity.
For vanity again.
And I mistook your intensity.
For arrogance, now I wish that we were friends.
Don’t put your faith in first impressions,
No need for attitudes so bad, we got it wrong.
And we paid with our pride.
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