All I know is Apologizes.

I know my mom too.



I already wasted my words,
she doesn't want to hear it anymore.

All I can do is nothing.

She doesn't say what she wants.
I don't mean to hurt her.




I said that I was sorry, as much as you don't
believe me when I say those words, you've
always cared about being sorry; never doing it again,
or making up for it. I never seemed to do that part,
you've always noticed.

It never came to mind, no one seemed to complain;
selfish, I know to assume that they didn't care,
or that they weren't hurt, and to make in convenience
for everyone involved.




Words were always enough.




I don't know what to say anymore other than just
repeating that I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I don't know you.
I can't read you.
I can't understand you as I do my friends.





It's just a jacket. It was just perfume.
I should have been happy.
I should have been greatful.
It's not worth defending myself.



You're right, and I won't do it again.