| Song | Sorry |
| Artist | Pascale Picard |
| Album | Me, Myself & Us |
| 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! |