Treasure Island

freda bishop

(5-13-1995 / minnasota)

so sorry


so sorry for the pain
that i caused
for the love you gave me
and for the time you put a side
just to be with me
sorry for the care we'd gave
for one to each other
so sorry to say now we're done
for the causes i gave
for the hatered you have
now for my last apolagy
i say i'm sorry for not trusten you
but what i'm not sorry for is lovein you
but the thing i'm sorry for the most is
the causes you put up with
now its my turn to say whats right thats for sure
so i'm movin on with out you now
sorry to say you will never have me again

Submitted: Monday, April 13, 2009

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  • Lisa Anderson (4/25/2009 4:12:00 PM)

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