Don’t say sorry it won’t dry the tears,
Don’t say sorry it won’t heal the years.
Don’t try that look it wont save you now,
I’m left alone asking myself how?
Asking how, in my time of need,
Knowing it grew that planted seed.
And now you claim to see,
The errors of you ways all three.
But sorry is just a word,
One I should have never heard,
Uttered from your lips in haste.
Something you should have not of done in the first place.
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