The Villain from Puzzle Pieces by Abby Carpenter

I found your letter in the closet a couple months ago.
Every day I think it over - it’s what’s kept my vibe so low.
I’m losing sleep - can’t help but think of all the times I wronged you so.
Yeah I’m afraid I fucked you up more than I’ll prolly ever know.

I lost a friend, I lost a good friend. Someone who really cared,
Who reached out despite the words in flight that I unfairly shared.
I lost myself in all the revenge and in shame I tried to say
That you were the villain, but you were a player in the game.

Back in high school I thought I was mature beyond my years.
But looking back, I only see that I was guided by my fears.
I let myself’s untreated mental health decide the way I dug you: into a ditch!
I left the fish washed up and covered in the mud.

I lost a friend, I lost a good friend. Someone who really cared,
Who reached out despite the words in flight that I unfairly shared.
I lost myself in all the regrets and in shame I tried to say
That you were the villain, but you were a player in the game.
Yeah you weren’t the villain, you were a player in the game.
No you weren’t the villain, you were just a player in, a player in, a player in the game.

Ooooh, oooh, ah

You know, I haven’t wrote a love song since the one I wrote for you.
And it’s a shame, ‘cause I have much more now that I’m afraid to lose.
I hear a voice saying I’m too intense, I’m an over-the-top being.
Now I’m ashamed of feeling love, of feeling pain, of feeling anything.

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