twenty percent
i’d say i’m sorry and i’d look you in the eyes and tell you the whole truth and i’d realize that you’d probably only heard 20% of what i said from anyone else and that it might hurt you so you might only pay attention to 20% of what i was saying and then i’d tell you i was sorry, again but that it really wasn’t my place to change anything, that i was sorry but its not my fault i’m better and that i was sorry but i can’t tell you the truth because i don’t even know it anymore and i can’t tell you the truth because i only remember about 20% of it and its a completely distorted 20% at that. i’m sorry. i’d say. i can’t tell you anything because i don’t feel bad about what happened to you. and you’d ask me why i wrecked into your car and i’d apologize for doing it but say that i don’t know. but you’d know. its only me that doesn’t know anything.