i sing : `` forgive me , forgive me ... forgive me , but i just ca n't get those words out , those two little words , ca n't set 'em free , forgive me , forgive me , forgive me , i should be able to say it , should be easy , but those words , they get stuck and anyway it 's not like you give a fuck if i say i 'm sorry , they 're just words , two little words , that mean so little , too little , too late , and they just ca n't erase the hate i pile on myself , ca n't bury the guilt i keep on my shelf , ca n't bring down these walls , ca n't tear down these halls , even if i beg you on bended knee , forgive me , forgive me , forgive me , i should be able to say it , but those words just get stuck , and anyway it 's not like you give a fuck , and it 's just my luck , you 'd forgive me , you 'd forgive me like it 's just that easy , because we all know the truth , we all know the hardest part , the thing that 's really an art , is when i say forgive me , forgive me , forgive me , is to say it to myself , to take the guilt off the shelf , to bring down my walls , to tear down the halls , to beg myself , to plead with my own soul , forgive me , forgive me , forgive me . ''