It isn’t the words – it’s the person saying them 
You know they don’t really mean them
But you might believe them anyway
Because you like them or want them to like you
You benefit from belief or you would like to be believed someday, too

If they had tried their hardest, they’d be dead
If they had given their all, they’d be dead

You tried as hard as was convenient
You gave some you really didn’t need

Left with more than enough to say
I’m sorry
Before nestling back down into other comforting lies

We like better

Worthless the value of apology
Those accepting have already forgiven you everything
Those rejecting
Will never forgive

Just like us