And my words will be here when I'm gone

2004-11-14

Excersise for the day:
Open Mouth.
Insert Foot.

Why does it seem, everytime I open my mouth around you...it makes you mad or sad or just plain indifferent?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I left you in your time of "need".
I'm pretty positive my staying to talk to you would have just made things worse.

I'm sorry I said something that upset you.
Everything I say seems to nowdays.

I'm sorry you had *real tears* running down your cheeks after my refusal to come back.
I was upset too, and didn't want to fight anymore.

I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be. I'm sorry I can't fix your problems.

I've tried, really I have.

I take back everything i've said
You wore those words on your lips
As if they meant anything anyway

Sometimes I feel I could drop off the face of the earth
It seems I do more harm than good
And I don't know if it's worth me loosing sleep over this...

I'm. Sorry. leaving platform at 1:41 a.m.

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