In this poem I am a god

I am sorry for the things I’ve done, of which I was aware,

And I am sorry for the things I’ve done, in my ignorance at the time.

But I am sorry more for the things I didn’t do, the things I didn’t do, the things I didn’t do.

I didn’t know – to be sorry makes little sense –

and I don’t care.

(In my poem I am allowed to be a god, and to render an apology for things I didn’t know)

(In my poem I am allowed to be a god, and to take all your pain. I am your saviour, because I want to be … and to render an apology for things I didn’t know)

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What does she want?

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I am sorry for the things I didn’t do, I didn’t do, I didn’t do.

(In this poem I am a god…and yet, I still don’t know)

 

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