"I'm sorry," they called out to their family for not calling more.
"I'm sorry," they called out to their mother, still dead.
"I'm sorry," they called out to students they failed, whether in grade or education.
"I'm sorry," they called out to their lovers, past and present.
"I'm sorry," they called out to the friends they'd snapped at, the strangers they'd bumped in the street, the people asking for change to whom they'd not given, missed connections they'd failed to write.
And then, from the wind, "you can say sorry all you want but you can't make them come back."
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put differently: Every Shitty Thing - Murder City Devils
"I'm sorry," they called out to their mother, still dead.
"I'm sorry," they called out to students they failed, whether in grade or education.
"I'm sorry," they called out to their lovers, past and present.
"I'm sorry," they called out to the friends they'd snapped at, the strangers they'd bumped in the street, the people asking for change to whom they'd not given, missed connections they'd failed to write.
And then, from the wind, "you can say sorry all you want but you can't make them come back."
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put differently: Every Shitty Thing - Murder City Devils
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