"I'm sorry."
No.
I don't think you are.
I tell you my pain,
Let you into my life,
And all you have to say,
Is "Sorry"?
No.
I don't think you are.
When I am sitting here,
Alone in my room,
Trying to cope,
Trying not to set the blame on me,
And all you can say,
Is "Sorry"?
No.
I don't think you are.
When my parents fight,
When money is tight,
When I try my hardest to put on a smile,
And all you can say,
Is "Sorry"?
No,
I don't think you are.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
"I'm sorry."
No.
I don't think you are.
I tell you my pain,
Let you into my life,
And all you have to say,
Is "Sorry"?
No.
I don't think you are.
When I am sitting here,
Alone in my room,
Trying to cope,
Trying not to set the blame on me,
And all you can say,
Is "Sorry"?
No.
I don't think you are.
When my parents fight,
When money is tight,
When I try my hardest to put on a smile,
And all you can say,
Is "Sorry"?
No,
I don't think you are.