That Memory

That word of sorry
Ring backs old memories
That has been kept inside with wary
She came in, she change me
She makes me a better person
She left me, she change me
She makes me a bitter person
She dig ups all the wounds
Expose it to be hound

And that sorry she said
Aren’t enough to aid
Even for a plaid

So please stop coming
And start going
Because I’ve try so hard in forgetting
And I’ve done enough on forgiving