The speaker expresses regret for blaming and hurting the person they are singing to. They miss the person and wish they could take back their mistakes to have just one more chance to see and hold the person again. The speaker feels broken without the person and questions if the person is proud of who they have become.

1. Seems like it was yesterday when I
saw your face OOh, Is terrible blaming you
You told me how proud you were For everything I just couldn't do
but I walked away And I've hurt myself, Oooh..
If only I knew what I know today
Ooh, Oooh.. If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much
I would hold you in my arms That I've missed you since
I would take the pain away You've been away.
Thank you for all you've done Oooh, It's dangerous
Forgive all your mistakes so out of line...
There's nothing I wouldn't do to try and turn back time...
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I want to call you I'm sorry for blaming you
But I know you won't be there For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself..
OOh, I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do By hurting you...
And I've hurt myself, by hurting you.
Some days I feel broke inside but I
won't admit
Sometimes I just want to hide,
cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this
Oooh, Yeah..
Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

2. ðeəz ˈnʌθɪŋ aɪ ˈwʊdnt dəʊ
hɜːt tə hæv ʤʌst wʌn mɔːr ʧɑːns
tə lʊk ˈɪntə jɔːr aɪz
siːmz laɪk ɪt wɒz ˈjestədɪ wen ænd siː juː ˈlʊkɪŋ bæk
aɪ sɔːjɔːr feɪs
juː təʊld miː haʊ praʊd juː wɜːr ɪz ˈterəbl ˈbleɪmɪŋ juː
bʌt aɪ wɔːkt əˈweɪ fɔːr ˈevrɪθɪŋ aɪ ʤʌst ˈkʊdnt dəʊ
ɪf ˈəʊnlɪ aɪ njuː wɒt aɪ nəʊ ænd aɪv hɜːt maɪˈself
təˈdeɪ
ɪf aɪ hæd ʤʌst w ʌn mɔːr deɪ
aɪ wʊd həʊld jɔː ɪn maɪ ɑːmz aɪ wʊd tel juː haʊ mʌʧ ðæt aɪv
aɪ wʊd teɪk ðə peɪn əˈweɪ mɪst juː sɪns juːv biːn əˈweɪ
θæŋk jɔː fɔːr ɔːl juːv dʌn
fəˈgɪv ɔːl jɔːr mɪˈsteɪks ɪts ˈdeɪnʤərəs səʊ aʊt ɒv
ðeəz ˈnʌθɪŋ aɪ ˈwʊdnt dəʊ laɪn… tə traɪ ænd tɜːn bæk taɪm
tə hɪər jɔːr vɔɪs əˈgen
ˈsʌmtaɪmz aɪ wɒnt tə kɔːl juː aɪm ˈsɒrɪ fɔːr ˈbleɪmɪŋ juː
bʌt aɪ nəʊ juː wəʊnt biː ðeər fɔːr ˈevrɪθɪŋ aɪ ʤʌst ˈkʊdnt dəʊ
ænd aɪv hɜːt maɪˈself baɪ
aɪm ˈsɒrɪ fɔːr ˈbleɪmɪŋ juː ˈhɜːtɪŋ juː
fɔːr ˈevrɪθɪŋ aɪ ʤʌst ˈkʊdnt dəʊ
ænd aɪv hɜːt maɪˈself baɪ
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