''Im sorry"

Every time I talk to you
To get advice on what to do
Instead of gentle words that will make your pride glow
Out comes a blow that leaves you feeling so low

I try to be sweet and mushy like a jellybean
But, I end up being that wolf so reckless and mean
And the worst thing is after I regret it I cant take it back
This ferocious, disgusting attack.

You come over to give me advice, to make me understand
You are there to help and to lend a hand
I refuse your advice and let that monster escape from inside of me
Giving u attitude, screaming at you, leaving a bad impression to be.

I can no longer keep my eyes dry
Even if I give it a shot or a slight try .
All that is left are days of sorrow
And worries of what will happen tomorrow