(You're) Sorry

I was a back hand kid and a battered son My mother was silent my father named his guns And I only felt safe when I went to school The teachers don't touch you, or break your heart And every time you told me you loved me Your fingers crossed, my heart got lost And every time, you'd reach right through me Your smile would curl, you thought you knew my world And I could feel the pressure mounting And I could feel the clocks all counting down My inner child was always screaming Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry I was a back burner child, the lonely one And I followed the white rabbit, into the sun My skin peeled off, and I was exposed I get sick to my stomach when I take off me clothes. And every time you told me you loved me your fingers crossed My heart got lost And every time you reached out to touch me You'd touch yourself And think of someone else And I could feel something changing And I could feel my youth was never ending My inner child was always screaming Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry I am a child And I am trapped I'm trapped I'm trapped I'm a child and I'm trapped I'm a child I'm trapped I'm trapped Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry Gonna make you sorry Everyone