I'm sorry. Two words slipping out my mouth right before each sentence. Escaping my mouth wether or not I really meant them. Just to get your attention.
I wish you'd see me, like i see you mabye mouthing along a word or two. Yet you seem reluctant, and make me the bad guy at the end of each sentence.
Well, the truth is, I don't think I should appologize at all, for you were the one letting all break and fall.
Still, I begin the sentence and realise that I am sorry. Writing things I know you wouldn't want me to. 'Cause for once, at the end of the story, The hurt one could be you.
No, No I'm not sorry, you should be And I will never, never again start my scentence with sorry.