I'm sorry for cutting my arm
I'm sorry for even begging self harm
I'm sorry for not being there
I'm sorry for not looking like i don't care
I'm sorry for making you cry
I'm sorry for telling you i want to die
I'm sorry for making you feel this way
I'm sorry for all but some day
ill look down at you smile and grin
don't hang your head lift your chin
and say i am lucky 2 be alive
I'm doing fine and i will thrive
shout yes I'm the one who is Friends with you in the sky
but i herd u whisper you want to die
along came my tears i began to cry
and said if you stay or you go
it your choise but i don't no
either way ill be proud
of u on the floor on on my cloud
