Words like water scream,
through my lips,
everytime I try to hold my tongue,
it slips like a fish,
and I wish I could learn to just,
shut up, and never trust myself.
and sorry I,
sorry I am.
And my tears,
well my tears don't fall anymore,
and sometimes I feel like such a fucking whore,
as I'm sitting here confessing,
as I'm sitting here professing my feelings,
to no one in particular,
and I always seem to regret my words,
have you heard?
Heard my cries,
as I break through my lies,
to the other side ... and now I'm alone.
And sorry I,
Sorry I am.