Verse 1
If you’re sorry, write a song,
Don’t just tell me that you miss me.
Say, “I cheated, I was wrong,
And I know what that did to Merelee.”
“I lied until she questioned truth,
Brought a stranger to her bed,
Knew she’d built that home from nothing,
Then let her sleep there where I’d led.”
Say, “I called her names in anger,
Got in her face when I was mad.
Made her feel like she was nothing,
Then blamed her when she reacted bad.
I pulled her close, then pushed away,
Changed the answer every day.
Made her beg to feel secure,
Then punished her for needing more.”
Chorus
If you’re sorry, own it all,
Without a “but” to break your fall.
She wasn’t perfect, neither were you,
But her mistakes don’t cancel what you put her through.
Say, “So much of what came after me
Grew from damage I refused to see.
I broke the trust, then blamed her doubt,
Lit the fire, then cursed the smoke coming out.”
If you’re sorry, write the song.
But writing it won’t right the wrong.
Verse 2
Say, “Maybe she hurt me sometimes too,
But if I never told her, how could she know?
If I swallowed every hurt I felt,
Then blamed her later, that’s on me to own.
She couldn’t consciously hurt a wound
I never even let her see.
And whatever pain I carried
Never gave me permission for cruelty.”
Say, “She drove the miles, she showed up,
Paid for things when I was down.
Kept forgiving what I shattered
While I kept spinning her around.
She needed truth because I lied.
Needed reassurance because I strayed.
I don’t get to cause the wound
Then hate the way the scar behaved.”
Bridge
And trying isn’t two damn weeks
Of doing better while it’s easy.
It isn’t “look, I haven’t cheated,”
Then getting tired when she needs me.
Two weeks can’t rebuild the trust
You spent months tearing apart.
Change is choosing different actions
When they’re inconvenient and hard.
So put the pen down.
Tell the truth when lying’s easier.
Keep your promises when they’re hard.
Learn to fight without intimidation,
Stop using words designed to scar.
Get help. Get honest. Do the work.
Don’t come back just feeling lonely.
Don’t announce that you’ve changed.
Show me.
Final Chorus
If you’re sorry, say my part,
I wasn’t perfect, I left marks.
But don’t use mine to lessen yours,
Or make your choices something they weren’t before.
Own the cheating. Own the lies.
Own every time you watched me cry.
Own the names and every threat.
Own the things I can’t forget.
And don’t say two good weeks mean change,
Real growth survives discomfort and pain.
It takes months and years of choosing right,
Especially when no one’s there that night.
So write the song, then live it too.
Become someone who follows through.
Not to get me back someday,
But because you finally see the weight.
Because sorry isn’t what you say
When consequences finally come.
Sorry is changing what you do
long after the song is done.