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.