When sorry shut you up

When your Hand came by, felt like lingering tie... ,,Sigh", knew it would die high in the sky. Cause even the love you had for the body (my) you made, was betrayed into hate, left me moody into flade, felt disgusting every 30 hours I awaked. But though that, the sorry I snaked, filled with shade I hoped briefly when you explore, you won't talk backs and think like attacks, but still think good of me, cause i would never be like she.