A Slave to My Mind

I'm sorry you think that I'm hopeless,
I'm sorry I told you it's true.
I'm sorry that you cannot see me,
I'm sorry you cannot break through.

I'm sorry that you make me angry,
I'm sorry you think this is true.
I'm sorry you cannot see why,
I'm sorry that it's hurting you.

I'm sorry I won't let you in,
I'm sorry that this is the truth.
I'm sorry that I do now know this,
And I'm sorry that you do not, too.

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