Dag Nasty

There are things I'd like to say
that I've said too many times before
Things I should have done
instead of looking for a way to get out
You'll never know the sorrow I felt
or the hours I've laid awake
thinking about just what you said
How could you know how I felt?
I never took the time to figure it out
or see how the problems arose
I tried to blame the two of you