Sorry doesn’t take away,
The tear streaks running down his cheeks,
Or mend his broken heart,
Or take away his doubts,
I love you doesn’t mean a thing,
If you throw it around like a ball,
Or thrust it through his broken heart,
It doesn’t mend all your lies,
He is my son,
Isn’t just a sentence,
It’s your heart walking outside your chest,
He may be the only thing we ever did right,
Saying sorry,
Didn’t wipe away his tears,
Saying I love you,
Didn’t take away his fears,
Saying he’s your son,
After you had cheers,
‘Cause in the end,
Saying sorry,
Didn’t wipe away his little tears.
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