I'm sorry that you raised me to be better than I am I'm sorry that I told you I was fine, *** it's a sham And I'm sorry that I missed every bar that you held high I wish that I could tell you I'm okay, but that's a lie
I'm sorry that I spilled that drink and broke that porcelain cup I wish that I could fix it, but there's no patching me up I'm sorry for the hateful things I tell me in my head And I'm sorry you wanted a daughter and you got a mess instead
I feel like I can't even talk to her anymore. It's not her fault, I just wish I could be okay for her. I'm sorry, mama that I couldn't be normal and okay.