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Thursday 15 April 2010

Sorry.

I'm sorry if I offend.
All I want to do now is to make amends.

I'm sorry if I cause you pain.
Oh, look at that, I've done it again.

I'm sorry, I was never the son that you wanted.
I can't even ryme that, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry that I didn't die.
All those times,
That I could.

I'm sorry that I keep having to apologise.
Please don't let this be where our friendship dies.

I'm sorry for acting the twat, it's my only defence.
I want to run, 'cause the pain in my heart is too immense.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this face to face.
Or figure out the right time, the right place.

Just generally.
I'm so, so, sorry.
-H

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