Guerrilla Nature

Remorsel

This is an apology to people I’ve neglected,

I didn’t ever mean to make you feel disrespected,

You know who you are, here’s my sorry, accept it,

Or don’t, just know that in the song truth is reflected,

I never intended to make you feel rejected,

Maybe it’s too late now, I already wrecked it,

But wait, here’s what I’ve got to say,

Until you’ve checked it,

Don’t get confused and start with some next shit,

Off the soap box, don’t abuse and complex it,

The situation’s simple let me take the case and rest it,

You know I got some things I need to get off my chest, sshhh…,

I’ve got a lot of things that I really need to say,

Some personal debts that I have yet to pay,

Some demons in my mind that I have yet to slay,

There’s no way of progressing without digressing,

You can’t rise up weighed down by regretting,

So I count my blessings, I denounce the stressing,

And I swear I’m going to do my very best to stop messing,

Around with my time, stay profound with the rhymes,

And avoid the emotional and personal crimes,

You can hear it in the lines I’m maturing over time,

Like a fine red wine, yet to reach my prime,

Some grapes made the grade, some got left behind,

This goes out to those I just defined.

My behaviour’s unacceptable sometimes, I know it,

It’s almost regrettable, all times I blow it,

But regret is pointless, this also I know,

It’s for those I do and don’t see, this remorse I show.

This is an apology to those I know no more,

Ex girlfriends who should know they were no whores,

Though I might have said they were cause I was so sore,

Or called you posh bitches ’cause I felt so poor,

Like a peasant shown what it is to eat pheasant,

Then reduced to former status, a feeling so unpleasant,

No the anger hasn’t left me, the hate is always present,

It just depends upon to which level I repress it,

You might have found the button and you knew how to press it,

But once you switch the mechanism, I’m bound to wreck it,

Self destruct mode, I turn cold and I goad,

I don’t give a chuff, it’s like a mould that grows,

Insidious, the family have seen it too, it’s hideous,

My friends have borne the brunt as well, it borders on ridiculous,

Acting like a chump from hell, I’ve made some of them sick of this,

Sometimes it’s aggression, sometimes overly meticulous,

Fun times wrecked by me acting like a p***k and cussing chicks,

Saying they’re b****es making fuss, and nearly breaking us apart,

Back to the start again, I say,

Apologies to those I left behind, thanks to those who stayed.

My behaviour’s unacceptable sometimes, I know it,

It’s almost regrettable, all the times I blow it,

But regret is pointless, that also I know,

It’s for those I do and don’t see, this remorse I show.

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