I'm sorry to myself. I could point fingers at everyone else. But sooner or later, it lands on myself. My mistakes have made mistakes of their own, own, own, o o o own. Doubling down like it's second nature. I beat you to it, I was my favorite hater. But I'm tired, now I'm flirting with hope, hope, hope, ho ho ho hope. I was the king of pain. I always found a new way to complain. And they say, when you gonna change, honey? When you gonna face it? Why you gotta waste it? I'm sorry to myself for lying in the mirror, saying, ooh, this is love. For lying in the mirror, pouring salt in the cut. I'm sorry to myself for doing a number, saying, ooh, toughen up. For buying what you sell, I'm sorry to myself.
Sorry To Myself by Demi Lovato










