I'll write this letter upon my skin

A little boy left out in the cold
A little boy beaten to a bloody pulp,

This little boy was beat
While I stood by
And did nothing

Oh come on, now do you hate me?
That's okay,
I don't mind,
For I do too

Because you see this little helpless boy was my brother
And I am his sister,
The one who froze like a freaking coward
Oh, yes now turn away and mutter insults but don't worry for I deserve them

So along my skin I write a letter
This letter is two words short
This letter is too late
But along my skin I'll write it anyway

I'm sorry