Treasure Island

Mike Bailey

(9-12-1978 / Plant City Florida)

I'm Sorry


I'm sorry for the little bad things I do
or for doing something that makes you feel blue
I'm sorry for my voice to sometimes get high
I'm sorry to have ever made you cry
I'm sorry to have ever said the wrong thing
happiness to you is all I want to bring
I'm sorry to upset you when you really need me
I'm sorry to turn away from you in your time of need
I'm sorry for falling asleep when you want to cuddle
I want you in my arms so we can lay and snuggle
I'm sorry to have hurt you in the past, present or future
I'm sorry to have made you feel the least bit unsure
So if something bad ever happens and it looks like the end
Don't give up on each other our love will never give in

Submitted: Wednesday, September 07, 2005

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