My Apology by Urge
A good day gone bad, something that's gone out of control.
If she only knew that I wear a tattoo, a latter if you will, still. A rain cloud looming, assuming to knock me down.
I forgot the words to my apology, just to say I'm sorry. Looking forward maybe I can see. In the future, there's forgiveness for me.
A character in a daytime soap, acting obscenely. Dramatized, it seems in high hopes, praying that your conscience comes clean. A rain cloud, looming, assuming, to batter me down.
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