no one will let me out
I strive for things long and hard
and they're taken from me as I'm about to attain them
what a bastard I must've been in the past
to suffer unceasingly in this way
to know that all the good I can do
is undone by all I've done badly
how sorry I am
and how sorry to learn
sorry is not and will never be
enough
not with every whit of the price and sorry
is not enough
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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