Understanding, the reasons
The rules the accomplishments
Understanding why we cannot
Someday move on
Someday relieve ourselves
From everything here
Everything in front of us
There is to much hurt
To much pain,
And most of all,
To much hate
All I can do is cry
Cry because I am not your baby
Cry because I make you look bad
And I am not sorry that you don’t
Love me as I am
I am not sorry that I am
Not perfect
I wish I wasn’t who I am today
But I am
And no matter where I go
Or what I do,
I still am this thing
For the rest of my life
I am going to have to live with the faults
With the things I have done wrong
And it kills me
It kills me to know that I will never
Be good again
Do I care that I am not perfect
Yes it drives me mad
It kills me slowly but surely
And sometimes I dream
What it would be like
To help it along…
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