The facts

Fact is, I pushed you away time and time again. Fact is, I said words to you that will take a thousand I Love You's to change. The fact of the matter is that I took you for granted, and made you feel alone, and afraid. The Facts are the Facts, and that I can not change, but the fact is that the future is not yet here, no matter what they say. It's a fact that now I've begun to feel your feelings, and take inventory of how I must change. These are the facts and they are what they are and the responsibility, I claim.