I'm sorry

I'm sorry, a thousand times, I'm sorry,

Bitter words spill from my lips, down my chin,

And I can feel my fingertips digging into my skin,

I can feel my teeth digging in and again, I'm sorry.

Whatever I did, whatever I said, was not what I felt,

And whatever it was that upset, was not my intent...

And the wine went to my head and I see it now, I am sorry.

Whatever I say comes out the wrong way and I sound like a fool,
Though I am not quite so dull, my words don't connect,

And I'm filled with regret to my marrow, I'm so sorry.

Tears spill down my cheeks as the black river Styx,

And I'll hurt in the morning, there's never enough mourning

For me to feel better as I mail other letters than yours...

And I'm sorry for never letting you know what's hidden

Inside of my soul. and I'm sorry for letting you think

That my soul was as black as my ink, for you think...

You are nothing I see, and you don't see my eyes 

But everyone does, and they're fixed on your lips,
On those long fingertips, on those pink cheeks,

And I'm lost in my dreams because you're all I need

In this life, and I have to apologize, and I try,

But I'm never quite right, though I would be just fine

If you let yourself try to see me as I feel,

As I live your commands and your powerful will,

As I kneel quietly, obediently,
But I'm sorry, my dear but the hour draws near,

And my wine fills my skin, my blood overfills,
And you won't know my need

You have never been not enough.
And I'm sorry, again, please forgive me my dear,

I have come yet too near to rambling, it's clear,

Of telling you yet again, for the nth time this day,

I'm in love with your way and your eyes and your soul,
And forgive me, once more, for not being worthy of you...