4 acessos
I'm sorry
I let you get away before you heard me say
I didnt mean a word I said especially that I want you dead
I'm sorry
We sat on that picnic bench and drank til we started to fence
We used words instead of swords and I dont know who got the award
But I'm sorry
I'm a sorry son of a bitch but nothing I say seems to make you flinch
I'd get down on my knees and say, pretty, pretty please!
Im on my window ledge eight stories down Id be hard to catch
A crowd gathers for the hunt and I swear I heard you scream, jump!
You'll be sorry