I'm sorry for ever being born,
for not being the child you were expecting me to be,
for not having something between my legs,
but you can't really blame me.
Im sorry for hating it here,
for not coming home right away,
for not wanting to hear screaming,
but can you really blame me.
Im sorry for not drinking,
for not smoking weed,
for not parting every week,
but that's just not me.
If if you really want me to blame,
for making you stress,
for not being with your family,
i'm sorry.
