Sorry I cannot be the one you want, I cannot be the shadow of yours. I cannot walk like you, Nor I can talk like you.
I'm sorry I cannot except your dreams. Nor write or study like yours.
I want you to knock on my door, Ask me what you want, Ask me are you happy or just putting a smile on.
I want you to understand my struggle, My dreams, Don't burie me inside the comparison of your struggles and dreams.
But now I'm not sorry, I only have a bit of yours , The rest is me myself. I'm sorry now towards you, But I don't want to be sorry towards myself in future.