I’m sorry
for all I’ve done
I’ve thrown everything I had then went for a run
To try and forget everything I’ve pulled
I spend all my time thinking
Till I can feel my blinking
I cry and cry when I think
All I want is to drink
when I see you ill never say sorry
All that comes out sounds like clumsy church bells
All that comes out sounds like is pots and pans clattering
All that comes out sounds battered
All that comes out sounds scattered
It all sounds lost
I’m not a bad person I promise
But my apologizes are like a rhombus
Its as if i’m slowing fading
what you’ll see you’ll end up hating
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I know that feeling a little to well.
All that comes out sounds like clumsy church bells…nice