I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Please accept me back I am endear
I can't go on feeling and hurting like this any longer
My stomach feels like someone used an auger
I have nothing but misery
I guess I've failed terribly
I will stay clear of your decisions
I won't voice my opinions
I just can't take not knowing if your okay or not
I'd rather be caught running naked
through Fort Scott
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Please accept me back I am endear
I can't go on feeling and hurting like this any longer
My stomach feels like someone used an auger
I have nothing but misery
I guess I've failed terribly
I will stay clear of your decisions
I won't voice my opinions
I just can't take not knowing if your okay or not
I'd rather be caught running naked
through Fort Scott
After a month of not hearing from my son tough love was working on me I missed him so much finally he came around
Written by: Denise Huddleston
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