Sick of Sorry

I suppose in a way, I’ve failed you,
In a word, yes.
Of course, I never meant to,
You just put me under stress.
I’m not sure if I’m sorry,
I think we’re both to blame,
Me for being b**chy,
You, for sending me insane.
I’m bored of your apologies,
It’s time that you heard mine,
And I’m not good at sorries,
But I suppose that I can try.

Sorry to disappoint you,
Sorry I’ve lied to us both,
Sorry I still love you,
Sorry for being an oaf.

Are my words enough?
You know you can’t force love.

So take my sorry with my tears,
As I cannot face my fears,
I’m sorry that I’m hiding,
The truth, I’m just not finding.

And I’ll force myself a smile,
The next time I see you.
Stuff the pieces of my heart in a pile,
And I guess I could give them to you.
What you have broken, can be yours,
It can’t be fixed.
It lies in fragments ever more,
Shattered, by your tricks.

I’m sorry that I cared,
I’d say sorry with my blood.
Of dying, I’m not scared,
I’m afraid of loosing love.

I guess I’ve already lost it,
Can it be found again?
Could I give a s**t?
With this sorry, comes the end.