S.O.R.R Why

You tell me there's this thing I do
And it's bugging you
Every time I do it

You tell me there's this thing I say
In an annoying way
Every time I do it

You tell me that I have this quirk
It makes me such hard work
Every time I have it

You tell me that I have this tic
And it's childish
Every time I have it

And I find myself apologising to you
I apologise for my existence to you

S.O.R.R why am I sorry
I am not sorry now
Am I sorry for being myself?
S.O.R.R why am I sorry
I am not sorry now
Am I sorry for being myself


You tell me that I cling to you
It's irritating too
Every time I do it

You tell me that I'm too naive
And that you're going to leave
Every time I do it

You hate it when I ask you why
You often roll your eyes
Every time I do it

You say that I don't mince my words
It gets on your nerves
Every time I do it

And I find myself apologising to you
I apologise for my existence to you

S.O.R.R why am I sorry
I am not sorry now
Am I sorry for being myself?
S.O.R.R why am I sorry
I am not sorry now
Am I sorry for being myself


It's the little things, the little things
That make up a person
The little things, the little things
That you love about them