Sorry
I add sorry to the end of my sentences As if I'm sorry for what I say My words are a form of protection That I must strip away I must always be quiet And I can't make any demands When I speak, I must be careful That all my words are planned For my words are weapon One that I can never use And when everything is gone They are the last thing I can lose To protect my very being I must never speak too loud If I ever do speak I will barely make a sound So I always say sorry As if my words burn me My words are my own prison And I can never be free