I know my sorry won't cut it.
My sorry won't return the sleepless nights you have spent crying because of me. My sorry won't undo the pain and heartbreak I have caused to you. My sorry won't reverse the years you have wasted begging me to change.
It's all my fault — your tears, your trauma, your health. You have done nothing wrong.
I'm sorry I incinerated your trust until only ashes were left. I'm sorry I took your hand and plunged you into a living hell. I'm sorry I failed to be the man that you deserve. I'm sorry I'm a burning disaster.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I know my sorry won't cut it, but it's the only thing that stays in my mouth.
It has been too long since I last saw you. Too long since you've been hurting because of me. Too long since this guilt buried my soul six feet under. Too long since everything went down in flames.
I know my sorry won't cut it, but I'm still trying.
Even years after I left you, your face is all I see. Your voice is all I hear. Every breath I take is all for you. Every pulse my heart beats is all for you. All of this... so, I can still come up to your door with a blue flower in my hand.
I know my sorry won't cut it, but please, please, please — just open the door.
Scream at me. Tell me you hate me. Hit me. Make me grovel and beg for forgiveness at your feet. Maybe... it will diminish a little of my guilt. Just a little, because nothing can atone the hell I've caused you. Nothing can undo the mistakes I've made.
I know my sorry won't cut it, but can you hear me one last time?
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I could say it a thousand times, but it still wouldn't change a thing. You would still be singed and hurting, and I would still be guilty.
I know my sorry won't cut it, but please let me beg for it my whole life.
With visits to your closed door. With stems of blue flower you love the most. With all the time left in my hands.
I know my sorry won't cut it, but I will keep trying for the rest of my life.