I'm Sorry - Aurelio Voltaire

Life has a way of making you humble

Day after day it’s bringing you to your knees

all’s okay, then everything crumbles

And all that you perceive is blowing away

But while I’m tearing at the seams

I’ll apologize to anything

I’m sorry…

All’s black and white when you’re just a baby

You get some hair on your chin

you think you know everything

Years go by then everything’s «maybe»

and all that you believe