I'm sorry I'm not the perfect daughter,
that sometimes I roll my eyes.
Sometimes I'm sassy without realizing it and that makes you mad.
I get it
I'm the worst part of the last few years,
I'm sorry that I'm part of a package deal.
In the end it's always me,
Everyone always leaves because of me.
I wouldn't blame you,
I know I'm damaged property.
I'm don't always remember my manners,
I don't always clean up after myself and you.
I get frustrated and angry,
And I don't always do everything you expect of me.
Like I said,
I'm not perfect.
It's okay,
I'm used to this sort of thing already.
I'm sorry that this is how it is.
