What can I do with your “sorry”
How can I wash with your tears?
Empty remorse is worthless
Doing nothing to repair my pain

How can I walk away
When you broke down my bones
Hampered by your knife
Unable to move at all

So much pain inside me
Most of it already there
Leaving me with no defence
No protection from your hate

Hating on me, Taking from me 
No where for me to run
Counting down the days 
I’m waiting to forgive you

I dream of your “sorry”
An excuse to be held again
My heart is all but worthless
Counting down until you cut me again