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Romp - Sorry,Not Sorry
I've taken my fair
Share of shortcuts
To make up
For the detours
I've rode all along
My mistakes carved into my chest
I'm begging you
To tell me what to do
It's the worst kind of regret
The kind that makes you question
The kind that makes
You want to die
And eats away your insides
I can't tell
Where I'm at
I have no direction
I feel so stuck inside
But I have no place to hide
You ought to know
That I'll break your trust
A wink and a smile
Could hurt so much
Stabbing backs
And breaking hearts
Was an art I wish
I never learned from you
It's the worst kind of regret
The kind that makes you question
The kind that makes you
Want to die and eats away your insides
I can't tell
Where I'm at
I have no direction
I feel so stuck inside
But I have no place to hide
Saying sorry doesn't mean
We were wrong
We're just learning
How to better ourselves
And when you notice
You've been home all along
I know that you'll
Be f**king singing this song
Saying sorry doesn't mean
We were wrong
We're just learning
How to better ourselves
And when you notice
You've been home all along
I know that you'll
Be f**king singing this song