It's like the song "Hello" by Adele.
Back in my blue pill days, I probably would have thought the song represented real remorse for what she did.
However, listening to it with a red pill mindset, you realize that all she's doing is talking about herself. She's not sorry at all for the guy she screwed over. She's simply sorry for herself.
My 2 favorite lines:
"It's so typical of me to talk about myself." Solipsism on its face.
"It's no secret that both of us are running out of time." Translation: "Oh shiz, I'm hitting the hall after riding the Cvck carousel... are you still available?"
-Augustus-