I'm sorry, Mom,
for all the bad decisions
I keep making here.

I tell myself it's because
I'm young, and wild,
like I'm invincible.

That 5 year-old me
Who knows nothing
Can hurt me

Still resides somewhere
Deep down and I can't
Seem to give her up.

I'm sorry, Dad,
For all the wrong boys
I'v let touch me and whom

I've let get inside my head.
I was supposed to be smarter
But my intense need for

Numbness got the better of me.
And you know, I've got a good
One now who treats me right

And I think I'll keep him, if
He'll have me. Though I know
You'd say there isn't anyone

In this whole wide world,
Who wouldn't want to.
For that I thank you.

So Mom, Dad, I'm sorry.
The boys and the drinks
And the drugs and the

Lost thoughts that I've
Seemed to overcome,
I apologize for.

I know these bad decisions
Aren't really me, they just
Pass my time.

But I want you to know
That things are okay now
And that I'm finding myself

After spending so much
Time being lost and afraid
Of the world.

This is my thank-you,
My "I'm so grateful
For parents like you."

For steering me in the
Right directions and
Always being my steady,
My safety, and my Solace.