For Ferg's challenge of writing a moody I'm sorry type song...
lyrics
I'm not proud of what I've done
I'm not proud of who I am
I'm not proud on the inside
How can I call myself a man
I left you laying in bed
Struggling with disease
Now I'm 500 miles away
Well ain't I the sleaze
I wish I would have picked up the phone
To tell you how I feel
And I'd say hello, how ya doing, I'm not there
Well I'm sitting in New York City, causing your dispair
Where the streets are so loud
The people are rude
I wish I'd turned around and came back to you
Well hello, how ya doing, I'm not there
Well the damage is done
The wound hasn't healed
The curtains are closed
The pain is concealed
Now I'm sorry baby
I know what I've done
If you give me a lifetime
I'll shine on you like the sun
I wish I would have picked up the phone
To tell you how I feel
And I'd say hello, how ya doing, I'm not there
Well I'm sitting in New York City, causing your dispair
Where the streets are so loud
The people are rude
I wish I'd turned around and came back to you
Well hello, how ya doing, I'm not there
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