How many times do I have to say I'm sorry
until you beat me down
again to claim your sense of glory...
I never said I was Jesus hanging on the cross
for your personal execution
to fulfill your own sense of retribution.
Oh, baby I'm so tired of the judgmental looks you toss
I never said I was perfect
I'm so worn down from your disrespect
(n' my heart aches)
please forgive me
n' let your anger go because someday I'd like to say...
I'm so sorry that things turned out this way.