Sorry is a plain word.
It leaves a bitter taste in your fibbing mouth.
It comes out with a lot of hate and doubt.
When others are upset around, you always want to let it out.
Your lies are like bugging fly's.
We don't like them to be alive.
Your love is just a messy game.
Girls always seem to be the blame.
When will you learn?
Even so many times you've been hurt.
You'll come back crying, oh I know.
Hope you learned to walk on you tippy toes.
The coal underneath your feet must feel nice.
Cause you haven't seemed to stop your fight.
Heaven and hell may come to you.
But i think jail time will be soon.
Oh don't cry, my souls just been broken.
Hope your happy now, with your hoe's who broke you.