Song | Sorry |
Artist | Pascale Picard |
Album | Me, Myself & Us |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Am I that scary or are you only indifferent? | |
Are you ashamed to show me? | |
Sometimes | |
I know I can be different. | |
Are you proud of me, | |
Those nights when | |
I sing at the restaurant, | |
Or would you prefer to be free? | |
Just too busy to keep your arms open. | |
Am I just too strange, | |
To be a girl, more than a friends? | |
Could we speak seriously? | |
Right now | |
I swear to you | |
I won’t ask for it often. | |
Would you forgive me, | |
If I'd cry while you're having fun! | |
Would you pretend to be free, | |
The minute you were alone with that girl? | |
Maybe I'm much too close to jealousy, | |
Lost between regrets and melancholy, | |
But give me a reason to be less insecure. | |
Maybe I’m much too close to fantasy | |
Miles away from reality. | |
Sorry if I'm unable to hear anymore! | |
Am I really that angry, | |
Or are you just too stoned? | |
Well it's driving me crazy. | |
You may think | |
I'm always paranoid about being wrong, | |
But this pain that cuts so deeply! | |
Tell me, is this the way | |
I was born, | |
Now I feel rude | |
I've been for so long. | |
Have I spoken clearly? | |
Should I still wait for the sun? | |
Stop feeding me with stories or apologies, | |
I've already learned to be strong, | |
But keep your hands off of me!' | |
Cause you know that | |
I won't run! | |
Then once again probably, | |
How I'll swear | |
I'll never ever be that dumb! | |
Maybe I'm much too close to jealousy, | |
Lost between regrets and melancholy, | |
But give me a reason to be less insecure. | |
Maybe I'm much too close to fantasy, | |
Miles away from reality, | |
But apologies, | |
I just can't believe anymore! | |
Sorry I just if | |
I'm unable to hear anymore! |
Am I that scary or are you only indifferent? | |
Are you ashamed to show me? | |
Sometimes | |
I know I can be different. | |
Are you proud of me, | |
Those nights when | |
I sing at the restaurant, | |
Or would you prefer to be free? | |
Just too busy to keep your arms open. | |
Am I just too strange, | |
To be a girl, more than a friends? | |
Could we speak seriously? | |
Right now | |
I swear to you | |
I won' t ask for it often. | |
Would you forgive me, | |
If I' d cry while you' re having fun! | |
Would you pretend to be free, | |
The minute you were alone with that girl? | |
Maybe I' m much too close to jealousy, | |
Lost between regrets and melancholy, | |
But give me a reason to be less insecure. | |
Maybe I' m much too close to fantasy | |
Miles away from reality. | |
Sorry if I' m unable to hear anymore! | |
Am I really that angry, | |
Or are you just too stoned? | |
Well it' s driving me crazy. | |
You may think | |
I' m always paranoid about being wrong, | |
But this pain that cuts so deeply! | |
Tell me, is this the way | |
I was born, | |
Now I feel rude | |
I' ve been for so long. | |
Have I spoken clearly? | |
Should I still wait for the sun? | |
Stop feeding me with stories or apologies, | |
I' ve already learned to be strong, | |
But keep your hands off of me!' | |
Cause you know that | |
I won' t run! | |
Then once again probably, | |
How I' ll swear | |
I' ll never ever be that dumb! | |
Maybe I' m much too close to jealousy, | |
Lost between regrets and melancholy, | |
But give me a reason to be less insecure. | |
Maybe I' m much too close to fantasy, | |
Miles away from reality, | |
But apologies, | |
I just can' t believe anymore! | |
Sorry I just if | |
I' m unable to hear anymore! |
Am I that scary or are you only indifferent? | |
Are you ashamed to show me? | |
Sometimes | |
I know I can be different. | |
Are you proud of me, | |
Those nights when | |
I sing at the restaurant, | |
Or would you prefer to be free? | |
Just too busy to keep your arms open. | |
Am I just too strange, | |
To be a girl, more than a friends? | |
Could we speak seriously? | |
Right now | |
I swear to you | |
I won' t ask for it often. | |
Would you forgive me, | |
If I' d cry while you' re having fun! | |
Would you pretend to be free, | |
The minute you were alone with that girl? | |
Maybe I' m much too close to jealousy, | |
Lost between regrets and melancholy, | |
But give me a reason to be less insecure. | |
Maybe I' m much too close to fantasy | |
Miles away from reality. | |
Sorry if I' m unable to hear anymore! | |
Am I really that angry, | |
Or are you just too stoned? | |
Well it' s driving me crazy. | |
You may think | |
I' m always paranoid about being wrong, | |
But this pain that cuts so deeply! | |
Tell me, is this the way | |
I was born, | |
Now I feel rude | |
I' ve been for so long. | |
Have I spoken clearly? | |
Should I still wait for the sun? | |
Stop feeding me with stories or apologies, | |
I' ve already learned to be strong, | |
But keep your hands off of me!' | |
Cause you know that | |
I won' t run! | |
Then once again probably, | |
How I' ll swear | |
I' ll never ever be that dumb! | |
Maybe I' m much too close to jealousy, | |
Lost between regrets and melancholy, | |
But give me a reason to be less insecure. | |
Maybe I' m much too close to fantasy, | |
Miles away from reality, | |
But apologies, | |
I just can' t believe anymore! | |
Sorry I just if | |
I' m unable to hear anymore! |