Nope I’m not sorry I do not fit your definition of being blue or indigo, speaking maize or corn, coming from Mars or Pluto.
Nope I’m not sorry I stopped greeting you or asking how you were or hugging you just because you always expected me to be the first to do so. Be offended. I do not care.
Heck no. I’m not sorry for slamming the door behind me and not looking back when all I did was to contribute in making that company grow from success to success while it repeatedly failed to recognise and award my efforts where they were due.
Nope I ain’t sorry to “throw you away” as you say because you’d rather be knocked out by a train than to ever apologize to me when you’re in the wrong.
I decided you weren’t worth my time and attention as all you did was to compare your life with mine to see if yours was always more ahead. Not sorry. You seriously have nothing else better to do?
Nope I ain’t sorry about getting married at 22 or being single at 40. I would… but I’m a cat.
I’m definitely not sorry for not coming to you again after saying I’m sorry, not because I was wrong and you were right (no, you weren’t) but because I valued our friendship more than my ego, and you did not want to hear anything at all.
Under no circumstances will I be sorry for not hanging around people who bring out the worst in me – those who cause me to compromise, complain, be negative, lose my temper.
Nah I ain’t sorry for taking a break when I need it.
I do not have to give you an explanation about not giving you grandchildren. With all due respect, leave!
No I ain’t sorry for being a ‘Netflix and chill’ guy or a virgin. That’s none of your business.
Nope I’m not sorry for declining your offer to eat your food, whether I’m planning to eat a Mac cheeseburger in the next seconds or not. I don’t want to eat it, period.
Should I feel sorry not to watch football or play it, just because most guys do it or it’s very popular? Well, on a scale of maybe to absolutely; absolutely not.