"Oh my God, I'm so Sorry."


Don't tell me you're sorry

If it takes my blood

Dripping to the floor

For you to notice


You're not truly sorry

You're just desperate

For a quick relief


You hold my beating heart

In your hand

And yet

You'd throw it away

Just as easily as you throw away

My accusations


If you want to know sorry

Just look at me

Thinking that you ever really cared


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