MY MISTAKE

I know my mistake
I’ve made it before.
Promised myself
I’d open that door no more.

But the truth is quiet,
and hard to defend:
my heart still feels
and that’s why it won’t end.

I’m not blaming you,
or anyone near.
This is my fault,
but let me be clear
It’s not that I don’t know what’s right or wrong,
It’s just that my heart
has been holding on too long.