You tell me that your sorry,
But I know that you don't mean It.
I'm tired of crying over you,
And all your pathetic secrets.
You can't take back the things you said,
Or these scars that you've left,
Maybe I should just get over you,
That would probably be best.
Your words held so much sincerity,
I'm not surprised I fell for it.
And I know that even If i walked away,
You wouldn't shed a tear for me.
It hurts deeply to know you only pretended to care,
You left me on the sidelines to sit and to stare.
You tell me that your sorry as I'm walking away,
It's funny how now that's all you've got left to say.
