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SORRY

Just another chance, to let you down another, opportunity

Typical of you to be the one forgiving

All my faults and shortcomings

And you’re feeling confrontation 

Is a means of control when you’re 

Slipping through the cracks.

I understand just how you’d feel

If I were, dealing with me.

 

A single word that can be said

The rest just doesn’t sound as good outside my head

The mumbled noises aren’t so clear

Be quiet, stay down, and all the problems will disappear

I’m bruised, so sore, and cuts too deep

My shirts stained red and my head it aches

 

You mean everything to me

Even with the problems I foresee

My eyes are sore from all the tears

Forgive me love, but this you need to hear

 

Just another chance, to beat me down another, opportunity

Typical of you, to be the one throwing, another punch at me

And you’re feeling confrontation 

Is a means of control when you’re 

Slipping through the cracks

But not again, not today, this all ends, right here.

 

I’m so sorry

I’m so sorry

When I said

I’d love you like none

 

I’m so sorry

I’m so sorry

To myself

To let this go on

 

 

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