I whisper the words to the mirror, I’m sorry.

I find them in the wind, I’m sorry.

 

The words follow you to every corner, crossroad and street

Whispering them every time I breathe, I’m sorry.

 

Asking people questions when they’re waiting,

And feeling the need to start with, I’m sorry.

 

Repeating the words until they’ve lost all meaning

But they still mean something when I’m told, I’m sorry

 

Feeling the need to make up for all mistakes

Not being able to contain them, I’m sorry

 

They’re the reason for the madness.

Why sincerity is shoved under the rug, I’m sorry.

 

They haunt me until they cannot be contained

Pounding against my mind until they come out, I’m sorry

 

They mean nothing, but they’re always everywhere

Apologies whispering without meaning, but I’m sorry

 

Following me all around and contaminating my mind.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.