Sorry

by Oliver Stevenson   Sep 28, 2004


Sorry for the pain I caused,
The lies, deceit and trouble aboard,
I’ve tried to fix this broken wall,
But all I do is trip and fall.

My heart is halved, it has no shape,
All I can do is hang and drape,
As I stand here my life is done,
Because of all the pain I’ve done.

So here I am take one last look
Because all I am now is another closed book.

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