Sorry

by kayla   Jan 9, 2007


Taking it slow
Walking the line
Watching my life
run out of time.

Hopeless and alone
I tried to find
the only way out
was now far behind.

Take what I have
There is no way
my happiness and hope
have now gone away.

Out of my life
speaking so softly
he never heard me
whisper "I'm Sorry."

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