I'm sorry i wasn't always nice,
I'm sorry i wasn't always there...

You make it so hard,
For me to get through one day...

This young girl sits in her room,
Alone she sits and cries...

She’s like a comfortable pillow,
To catch me when I fall...

I am stuck in the same place,
I am not moving anywhere...

Why is it always harder with you,
Why is questioning the only thing we do...