Who's sorry now?

Lines of age creep down her face to take away a youthful grace
She never had
Though she knows it wasn't done by neither time nor burning sun
Too bad
It's more the ageing deep inside
That wants to show the world outside just once
What it's like at 28 to curl up at an empty grate
All done

Hoping that he won't come home she checks her empty answerphone
One more time
To see maybe if he had called to say he's sorry for it all
And 'we'll be fine'
Nothing left to fight against
No anger and no bitterness all gone
Reaction left without a trace except the lines that on her face
Crawl on

Who's sorry now
Who's sorry now
Who's sorry now
Who's sorry now?

Waiting for a friend to come, what the hell just anyone
So she can say
The bastard's sitting in the pub laughing like she knew he would
At her fate
True to form it's there he sits, beermats torn in little bits by his friends
Who've heard him say he's suffering from slapping her around again
Last time

Who's sorry now…
Who's sorry now……