I’m sorry I’m depressed,
I haven’t confessed,
My love for any other girl,
In this God forsaken world,
So the simple fact,
That I told you I love you,
Simply didn’t lack,
The truth and its virtues.

I’m sorry I’m always jealous,
When I came to earth, they didn’t tell us,
That it would be this hard,
At least all the cards,
That life has dealt me,
And I know your cards as well,
Has made us pay a bitter fee,
That feels like a living hell.

I’m sorry I’m so big,
My ego is a hungry pig,
Searching for a mouthful,
Of praise which is doubtful,
When I’m too cocky,
And oh, another thing, while I’m thinking and sitting,
I’m sorry my ****’s stocky,
And oftentimes has trouble fitting.