Sorry...

Sorry is what's ripped in my arm.
Sorry for failing my love,
Sorry for failing my friends,
Sorry for not being able to love my family.

I'm in love, I'm not in love.
How am I supposed to not fall in love after what he did?
How am I supposed to not hate him after what he's doing?

Did he like me? Does he still like me?
When I see him I can't stop gazing, my heart stops and my face turns sad.
Why can't he look at me? Why just once? Why can't he talk to me?

I know what I did was wrong, And what I'm doing is wrong.
Even if it was wrong I felt so alive, it's like I want it to happen again.
I somewhat loved the feeling, but now when it have gone so long time, I just feel dead.

Sorry is what's ripped in my arm.
Sorry for failing my love,
Sorry for failing my friends,
Sorry for not being able to love my family.

It's like I want to sing the song rape me, from Nirvana, constantly.
Rape me, Rape me my friend
Rape me, Rape me again

Why? Why me? Why not his own girlfriend?
The thoughts about him living not far away from my house.
The thoughts about that I have known him my whole life.

What would my love say? Would he still love me?
Unfaithful is what I was, it's what I want to be!
One day my love will know the truth, that one day he will hate me!

It's like I want to sing the song rape me, from Nirvana, constantly.
Hate me do it and do it again
Waste me, Rape me my friend

Sorry is what's ripped in my arm.
Sorry for failing my love,
Sorry for failing my friends,
Sorry for not being able to love my family.

Sorry is what's ripped in my arm.
Sorry for being myself.