I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That word rolls off my tongue more than any other.
When people say "what if every word you said appeared on your skin?" Well most of me would be covered in "sorry's"
I'm sorry I laughed, I'm sorry I cried, I'm sorry I'm sad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I apologize for everything I do, because what I really am trying to say is "I'm sorry I'm here, I'm sorry I exist.
I'm sorry, I know I'm just in the way, a black cloud of depression hanging over everyone. I wish I wasn't here, ruining everyone else's time.
I know, I'm sorry.
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