Apologies would do me no good now
Friends are a luxery I cannot afford
Do I try to help them?
Or do I help them to help myself?
Is my love the jail they call it?
Or is it the bail they beg for?
Though apologies would do me no good now
I'm sorry I plucked the thorn from your hand
And watched you writhe and shudder
Cursing and screaming my name
And now there's too much hate for me here
Self hatred is enough to bear
And though your wound no longer stings
The hate remains
It's everywhere
Through apologies would do me no good now
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for trying to help
But God's success is worth your scorn
And though our hearts are worn and torn
Friends are a luxery I cannot afford
Because my methods of love
Are too untoward
And though they bring you safety now
I'm sorry
I'm sorry that I made this vow
To keep you safe without my safety
And though apologies will do me no good now
I'm sorry
I'm sorry anyhow