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I'm sorry for my whicked lies,
the things I can't say out loud.
I'm sorry for those hurt full things,
that seem to always sound.

And though I try to tell you,
what I need to say.
Something holds me back,
it hurts, in some way.

The things I can't express,
but are dieing to get out.
I wish I could tell you,
instead of stamp and pout.

I'm sorry for my whicked lies,
the things I tell you now.
I'm sorry for those things I said,
I wish I could turn it around.

I know it wasn't right,
the things I do to you.
I try so hard to forget what matters,
but that seems to hurt me too.

So now I'm stuck,
I don't know what to do.
And you aren't here to help me,
thats the least you could do..