I'm sorry that I lose it now and then and yell at my brothers
I'm sorry if I spend more time with some than others
I'm sorry if I don't say hi as soon as I walk through the door
I'm sorry that I have so much to apologize for
But I'm tired.
I'm just tired.
I can't be all everyone wants me to me
I can't even write real poetry
They never taught me to hope in Sunday school
Though they must have-- perhaps I just forgot.