To my \"strangers\";
I\'m sorry, I can\'t seem to do anything right
Lonely in a crowded room again tonight
Is there even a reason why I\'m here?
Well i guess I wouldn\'t mind to disappear
Don\'t think that i can be what you want
I have always been a nuisance after all
To the doctors;
I\'m sorry, i don\'t really care about the scars
And as for the pills i think I\'m gonna pass
Everything is blurry anyway
And my head\'s already messy everyday
I don\'t think i will get to explain
I am boring when i say that I\'m in pain
To the phycologist;
I\'m sorry, there is nothing left for me to do
I\'m not special, so many patients in this room
And you don\'t know what it\'s like in my mind
What my \"tough\" looks like you don\'t get to decide
But I\'m tired of pretending I\'m okay
No more hiding, go ahead and ask away
To that wannabe friend;
I\'m sorry, did i fail your expectations once again?
Either way i didn\'t need a brand new friend
I\'m more than content with what i have
But, in this new town, I\'m running out of luck
People here have a repulsive touch
No one told me that \"a future\" costs this much
To the \"mean girls\";
I\'m sorry, is it hard for you to hear my words?
I\'m not surprised, we\'re living in two different worlds
You know my name but not what I\'ve been through
And I don\'t criticize strangers, unlike you
My mind is dry like blood upon the floors
But the only sickness that i see is in yours
To all of them;
I\'m sorry for not speaking this loudly before
For not caring about your words anymore
There is nothing left, everything\'s shared
So in the memory of when i used to care;
\"I\'m sorry\"
But now I\'m loud
And for that I\'m proud 🦋