Your box of sorries would never be enough
I am sad, I am mad, and I am hurt
Was i wrong to be angry - was i wrong to believe
in my own logical rational?
Did I ever make any sense to you?
Those frantic calls were now meaningless
Those worryings had already gone to waste
What more should I do when I can't reach you
Go on and don't stop
I'm sorry, but i'm passing this back to you, because
Your box of sorries would never be enough