*Just something I came up with, please don't copy, and please read, and review. And I own all the writes to this:)*
I’m sorry that I wasn’t there
I’m sorry that I didn’t care
I’m sorry that I misunderstood
I’m sorry that I was no good
I’ve should’ve tried with all my might
I should’ve dicho you’d be alright
I could’ve held tu throughout the night
I never ever really tried
I’m sorry that I took my time
I’m sorry that I lied and lied
I’m sorry that I ignored you
I’m sorry that I never knew
I’m sorry for so many things
I know you’ll never forgive me
I know you’ll never really see
Just how much tu meant to me
But now our time is over
Yes, our time has past
We’ve both moved on
And never once looked back
I wish though, we’d still be friends
All the way to the very end
If you’ll listen for a minute
I’ll tell tu just one thing
If you’ll ever really believe me
I am so sorry
I’m sorry that I wasn’t there
I’m sorry that I didn’t care
I’m sorry that I misunderstood
I’m sorry that I was no good
I’ve should’ve tried with all my might
I should’ve dicho you’d be alright
I could’ve held tu throughout the night
I never ever really tried
I’m sorry that I took my time
I’m sorry that I lied and lied
I’m sorry that I ignored you
I’m sorry that I never knew
I’m sorry for so many things
I know you’ll never forgive me
I know you’ll never really see
Just how much tu meant to me
But now our time is over
Yes, our time has past
We’ve both moved on
And never once looked back
I wish though, we’d still be friends
All the way to the very end
If you’ll listen for a minute
I’ll tell tu just one thing
If you’ll ever really believe me
I am so sorry
People are always telling me to be a certian thing. o a person. But it's always something. "Grace, be poised." o maybe, "Grace, be lady-like." o every once in a while, "Grace, do it like tu mean it." I never get the chance to actually DO anything about it. I mean, I was born for a reason,wasn't I? I'm not just some misceláneo person sitting on the face of the earth. My life must have SOME purpose. I feel like people don't really recognize me as a person. Now, I'm not saying that I'm a dog, o a cat, I'm a person, but people neglect me. Act like I'm invisible. As though I'm a fly, buzzing around you, annoying you, but people don't do anything but swat, fuss, and kill me. And that somewhat describes what I feel. I feel dead inside.