Sorry that I get angry and mask it with sad
I'm sorry about what you went through with dad
that he hit you and hurt you
and made you feel like ****
and that i thought i was strong for handling it

im sorry that you find me some tuesday nights
naked in the bathtub by candle light
that you know that i just lay on the floor
that you wish and you beg for me to eat more

I'm sorry that you want more for me
and that some days you just can't see
how bad it gets, or it has been
im sorry that im always drunk with friends

i know that you didnt picture me like this
there's a daughter that you miss
I hope one day you get her back
instead of this walking anxiety attack