I'M Sorry
I'm sorry that for once I seem to appear human,
repeatedly knocked down by the one I love.
I'm sorry that I'm not next to you to shove,
I fall down on my own quite enough thank you.
I'm sorry that I seem to have a different view,
which is probably why I seem to talk in riddles.
I'm sorry that I'm no longer in the middle,
probably at the bottom the barrel is where I stand.
I'm sorry that for us being apart there is no contingency plan,
I have no idea where I'll end up, on the street or in a ditch.
I'm sorry that all the feelings I have towards you seem like a glitch,
maybe cause this is not the first time "it's not you, it's me".
I'm sorry when we talk I seem to beg and plea,
my apologies, if there's something wrong with that train of thought.
I'm sorry that our relationship is distraught,
Dose it make you feel good to appear cold as ice?
I'm sorry that I'm probably the last person to seek for advice,
I wonder where I fit in, with all the screwed up good hearted people you know.
I'm sorry that I have to hide my feelings that I want to show,
I get off on wasting my time to acquire your compassion.
I'm sorry that your heart has no love to ration.
I'm sorry that I am who I am.
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