I know who you are
I know what you look like
I know what you’re afraid of
I know that boy will never love you back
I know that you don’t like to look at yourself naked at the mirror because you think the girl in the magazine looks better
I know that you’re wrong
And I know that you’re right
I know about the tears on your pillow every night because you’re too much of a coward to tell your mother to stop drinking
I know about the scars you want to make on your wrists
I know you eat way too much
And then you starve yourself
I know you hide yourself
In the corners of your own mind
And say what people want to hear
You are made of excuses
You are made of wrongs
You are made of apologies
I am sorry
(You don’t care)
I am sorry
(You care too much)
I am sorry
(You’re always wrong)
I am sorry
I am so so sorry
I’m sorry I called you a coward
I’m sorry I called you weak
I’m sorry you feel this way
I am sorry for all the mistakes we made
I am sorry I was too hard on you
You are none of those things
We are none of those things
I am sorry