9.Sorry
I'm sorry
I let you get away before you heard me say
I didn't mean a word i said especially that i want you dead
I'm sorry
We sat on that picnic bench and drank til we started to fence
We used words instead of swords and i don't know who got the
award
But i'm sorry
I'm a sorry son of a bitch but nothing i say seems to make you
flinch
I'd get down on my knees and say, 'pretty, pretty please!'
I'm on my window ledge eight stories down i'd be hard to catch
A crowd gathers for the hunt and i swear i heard you scream,
'jump!'
You'll be sorry
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