Nobody said it was easy Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I'll set you apart Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions Oh let's go back to the start Running in

I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm sorry momma! I'm cleaning out my closet (one more time) I said I'm sorry momma! I'm cleaning out my closet Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There you go

And we danced Out there on that empty hardwood floor The chairs up and the lights turned way down low The music played, we held each other close The bar was empty I was sweeping up the floor That's when she walked in I said, I'm sorry but we're closed

Please don't be angry with me cause I've gone away I've told you about your mistakes But you didn't hear a word I said I'm so tired of worrying I don't know just what to do I'm sorry baby I just can't put up with you I've tried to please you But you just

Why don't we make believe we're in love again Who said the crimson moon doesn't shine Where do people go when they're lookin' for that one of a kind Why don't we make believe that we're sorry Why must we hold it all inside Where do lovers go when they're

I wish somebody would empty my head I am so sorry for the things that I've said The hopeless feeling that's living inside I'm just a lonely soul who's trying to find some peace of mind I ain't no hero. Who's gonna save you? I'll just say hi as I'm

Dear, oh dear, what a sorry state we're in. This time there's nowhere to hide. We're facing the firing squad side by side. 1986. This is full relapse. They said the ocean's on fire. Say it isn't true. Say it isn't true. The truth never hurt so much. Can

It's hard to say but now you're gone So does it really matter I'm sorry that I never said How much you had really meant I'm sorry that I never tried To tell you I was on your side They don't seem to know your name Does it really matter? They don't even

Nothing could come between us She said... One of those favorite things that she used to say That's just what she said Sorry to say but I don't feel the same It's on your conscience, I'm not for sale Don't you hate when it gets stuck in your mouth And

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw