I'm sorry.
That I'm full of shit.
I'm sorry.
That I'm full of disappointments.
I'm sorry.
That i can't do things right.
I'm sorry
For me.
I'm sorry
For even breathing the same air as you
I'm sorry.
That you have to share the same reality
I'm sorry.
I really am
But.
I'm trying
I know I don't do things right
I know i can't live up to expectations
But
I'm trying
Every night i lie in bed
Thinking
Repeating
I should
I must
I'm no wiz
I can't remember things of late
Sometimes it gets scrambled
I have no intention of messing it up
But I'm trying
I really am
Sometimes it haunts me to a point
Where i sometimes guilt myself to shit
Hopefully
Hopefully
In the never ending journey through time
I get to do things right.