Sorry: Part Two

you could tie my noose

and I would thank you for your help

you could stab my chest

and I'd feel bad I made your knife dull

you could burn me whole

and I would thank you for the warmth

you could shoot my skull

and I would admire your shot

you do break me down

you've killed me every single way

but even when it's me who's dead

It's me who is sorry

-l.r.