It started with him, he constantly said I was doing something wrong
So every time he did I would say ¨I´m sorry¨
I would say it so much it became a habit that was hard to shake
For every little thing I would say I´m sorry
even if there was nothing to be sorry for
It became the thing that was spoke the most
he had me feeling so small so sorry for him that thats all my voice knows
So when it comes time I will say my sorrys to all
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
It started with him, he constantly said I was doing something wrong
So every time he did I would say ¨I´m sorry¨
I would say it so much it became a habit that was hard to shake
For every little thing I would say I´m sorry
even if there was nothing to be sorry for
It became the thing that was spoke the most
he had me feeling so small so sorry for him that thats all my voice knows
So when it comes time I will say my sorrys to all
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