If i told you i was sorry,
for all the things i've done
For every time i let you down,
for everytime i run.
Would it make a difference,
If i said i don't know why.
I do the stupied things i do,
that sometimes make you cry.
If i told you i was sorry,
If i said i was wrong.
Would it fill this space between us,
thats been there for so long.
The reason may not matter now,
perhaps they never will.
The words won't justify the deeds,
of the story i would tell.
If i told you i was sorry'
what difference would it make,
but perhaps it's all that i can give,
and hope that you will take.
So when i tell you that i'm sorry,
please belive it's true.
Because right now it's all i have,
from me to give to you..
