I’m sorry that I didn’t hear your voice
When you cried
When you tried
To reach me
I’m sorry that I didn’t listen
When you spoke
When you broke
Into tears
The lidocaine inside my brain
Reveal no further sign of pain
And my body’s left to waste
As your worries take my place
I’m sorry that I left you no successor
Dealing in the pain of the body’s thought processor
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