justified through lies deep in my eyes.

To all the broken glasses, I'm sorry.
To all the fractured bones, it wasn't intentional.
To all the times I didn't wake up early enough, my justification was never valid.
To al the days I've gone to work hungover, I thought I knew better.
To all the times I went days without showering, I guess I didn't care.
To all the times I spent money I didn't have, I always did it again.
To all the pages of books I never finished, I was afraid of committing.
To all the times I destroyed something beautiful, a childish love took over.

To my selfishness inside, I always said I was growing.