I try to tell you what's on my mind,
But sometimes the words are too hard to find,
I'm trapped inside and can't get out,
That's why I often scream and shout.
I hate myself for making you sad,
I want to be good and never again mad,
Please take my hand and squeeze it tight,
For I don't like it when we fight.
I'm sorry for all the things I put you through,
But I want t say that I do love you.
