I'm Sorry
I'm sorry for those who ask for a dollar
to feed there addicting needs
or the bruises you get from his hangover
I'm sorry for the soldiers who walk on broken glass
making there feet bleed as they cry in agony
as while as you do when he leaves that night
for the so called gold
I'm sorry you relived the past
never got to the present
and skipped the future
I'm sorry you cry at night thinking of him
believing and lying to your self he'll return
I'm sorry that the world grows colder and colder
and the coat you want is totally sold
I'm sorry life's this way but remember
your pride