Treasure Island

Celeste Boles


Not sorry


Are you not sorry
Are you not sorry for what you did?
Are you not sorry for what you said?
Are you not sorry for what you put me through?
Are you not sorry for the stupid things you do?

Now what exactly are you not sorry for?
Should i go on should i list more?
Are you scared of the words that are trying to come out?
If you say your sorry of course i will doubt.

When you tell me you dont have a reason to apologize
I really want you to reconize
and realize
Whats in my head and what i see.
And all the things you've said to me.

So what exactly are you sorry for?
sorry that you love me no more?

Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2008
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