I'm sorry, but I hate how one day she pisses you off and the next you are all buddy-buddy with her.
I'm sorry, but I cannot stand how fake you are towards me.
I'm sorry, but it really wasn't fucking fair and you know it.
Actually, I'm not sorry.
Today I wrote a poem. I think it's pretty lame, but here goes...
Maybe there's an answer,
Maybe there's a way,
Maybe he will stick around for just one more day.
Maybe I can sing,
Maybe I can dance,
Maybe he will decide to give it another chance.
Maybe we will find it,
Maybe we won't,
Maybe we already know...maybe we don't.