In All My Life,..
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I am no the son
you wanted.
I "failed" you.
All you ask for is perfection
You think you teach a lesson,
But this is a confession,
you think that I am messing
up in my life but I ant stressing
You don't like it when I'm depressing
But let me be honest,
I hate you.
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