Tonight I cried, spilling my tears
And a stray one fell onto your dress
That new dress I bought for you;
You had just washed it.
And I said sorry.
And I’m sorry for saying sorry.
On Sunday I was sick.
I was worried you did not love me.
So I threw up in your toilet
And made such a mess.
So I said I was sorry.
But I’m sorry I said sorry.
On Friday you left me.
And as you passed me
I almost said it again,
But I caught myself.
Cause that’s why you left.
So I’m sorry for saying sorry.
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 5:23 PM UTC
Tonight I cried, spilling my tears
And a stray one fell onto your dress
That new dress I bought for you;
You had just washed it.
And I said sorry.
And I’m sorry for saying sorry.
On Sunday I was sick.
I was worried you did not love me.
So I threw up in your toilet
And made such a mess.
So I said I was sorry.
But I’m sorry I said sorry.
On Friday you left me.
And as you passed me
I almost said it again,
But I caught myself.
Cause that’s why you left.
So I’m sorry for saying sorry.
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