I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted.
I tried so hard,
but fell short of your ideals.
I'm sorry I screwed up,
I'm sorry I ruined your plan.
I didn't know,
I didn't understand.
I'm sorry you hate me,
I'm sorry you're stuck with me.
I would dissapear if I could,
But I'm only in high school.
I'm sorry I couldn't love my own mother.
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