Daddy, I'm sorry that boys like me
and I act before I think
I'm sorry that I fool around,
that I swear and I drink
I'm sorry that my skirts are short
and my tops are cut too low
I'm sorry that I'm such a flirt
that I'm weak and can't say no
I'm sorry I go home with them
when I don't even know their name
I'm sorry that I give into
their stupid romance game
I'm sorry when it's over
they are nights that I regret
I'm sorry I was sober
because I just want to forget
I'm sorry I didn't listen
when you said that it was wrong
I'm sorry I ignored you
I just wanted to belong
I'm sorry that you said it
said you couldn't do it anymore
I'm sorry that I lied
and that I walked out that door
I'm sorry that I packed my bags
and that I have to stand on the street
I'm sorry I do whatever they want
just so I can eat
I'm sorry that you loved me
I miss you every day
I'm sorry I was stupid
My dignity is the price I have to pay
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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