Sorry

I can't help but worry about you
I just pray that you make it through
I might not love you, but you're my mom
And it hurts that you must drop this bomb
Let's face the facts, I need you real bad
Just think of the great times we have had
I'm sorry that I was sort of mad
but in the end i will still be sad
Sad that you can't guide me through this life
Sad that I caused you so much strife
Sad that in a while you will be gone
Sad that, after life, we must move on
I knew it would come, but not this fast
I want to make all the good times last
I want to be with you, by your side
I want to go to my room and hide
I want to cry but it seems so wrong
It's really hard, but I must be strong
And let life play its mournful song