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Songs to Slit your Wrists to: You’re Not Sorry January 28, 2009

Filed under: Songs to Slit Your Wrists To — Miss Communication @ 4:38 pm
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I don’t do a lot of these but i found a song that has hit home for me. I think i maybe broken … i am listening to country! I know .. you too think i have lost it. You see Captain Pants plays it alot, she is all counry and shiz … and i can’t say some of that shit isn’t catchy after having it crammed down your throat. Scary, right?? Anyways several months ago she played this song for me … and i kinda blew it off, ehhhh country! Barf! Last week she gave me a “starter country” music CD. This song was on it. I listened to it alone in my car … and knew this was my next song update. Then i googled the lyrics and feel in love with the song more. I still think it would be better if say .. Dido did it or something. It could stand to be more angsty, but the girl is 16 … what the hell does she know about angst? Anyways, the song found me at a good time. I guess thats how somethings happen … they find you.

All this time I was wasting,
Hoping you would come around
I’ve been givin’ out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it’s taken me this long baby
But I figured you out
And you think it would be fine again
But not this time around

You don’t have to call anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don’t wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you baby,
Like I did before
You’re not sorry.
Oh no, no, no.

Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn’t know
Could’ve loved you all my life
If you hadn’t left me waitin’ in the cold
And you got to share your secrets
And I’m tired of being last to know
And now you’re asking me to listen
Cause it’s worked each time before

But you don’t have to call anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don’t wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you baby,
Like I did before
You’re not sorry.
No, no, Oh.
You’re not sorry.
No, no, Oh.

You had me crawling for you honey
And it never would have gone away, no
You used to shine so bright,
But watched our love fade

So you don’t have to call anymore
I won’t pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There’s nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you’re sorry
But I don’t believe you baby,
Like I did before
You’re not sorry.
No, no, Oh.
You’re not sorry.
No, no. Oh.

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