America BILLS

(4/17/1993 / Arizona)

sorry


sorry i cared about you
sorry i loved you
sorry i wasnt enough
sorry i couldnt be there
sorry for everything i have ever done

sorry that i didnt see
sorry that i believed it
sorry that i couldnt give more
sorry that i didnt have away
sorry that i didmt do better

sorry for crying over you
sorry for yelling at you
sorry for the bullshit
sorry that i couldnt see

sorry my love wasnt enough
sorry giving you my heart was too much
sorry i didnt help you
sorry i couldnt do everything you wanted

sorry for blood on the walls
sorry for your name being said
sorry for your number being the one i called
sorry it being you i loved

sorry i wasnt the one
sorry you didnt care
sorry i didnt give up
sorry im not like that

too many reasons to be sorry

but i am sorry

Submitted: Monday, June 01, 2009

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