I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I'm not the super model you dreamed about,
I try to walk in high heels for you,
But I am clumsy so I fall, and then listened to you shout,
I try to dress like models do, but in the end I can't please you,

I'm sorry I'm not super thin,
I try to stop eating day and night,
But later, I drape over to toilet, hurling up my din,
I guess in the end, I can't please you just right,

I'm sorry I don't have a body that turns you on,
I try to act sensual for you day, after day, after day,
Hoping you would notice my many never ending tries,
But in the end, I find myself hearing my echoes of cries,

I'm sorry my voice isn't soothing,
I'll try to change it for you, don't you see,
I'm no good at singing, but my spiritual voice is!
I guess I cannot please you, but I wish you would acknowledge me,

I'm sorry I'm not good with speeches,
I try to calm down, but to no avail,
I'll try to practice, in front of peaches!
But in the end, your right, I only fail,

I'm sorry I won't have sex whenever you want,
I try, but I'm not sure I'm ready just yet,
It begins as a tease, but then becomes a taunt,
But in the end, I only make you fret...

But most of all, I'm sorry you can't accept me for who I am,
I'll cry my heart out for you eternally,
But I bet you anything, you'd even trade me for a flam,
I wish you could see... the girl you've yet to give a chance...