Im sorry.

Im sorry, that im not what you expected of me.
Im sorry, that you are stuck with me and me with you.
Im sorry, that Im not the bear to fight the fear, or there to wipe the tear.
Im sorry, Im the needle on the neck and the riddle in the head.
Im sorry, Im the beer to bring up the tear.
Im sorry, Im the frame to capture the shame.

But you are the light, that just shine too bright, that just might, make me pick another fight.