I’m sorry that I can’t do anything right That I create problems That it’s all my fault That I have issues That I don’t like talking about problems That I never do what you want me to Or act like I should.
Yes, I’m the source of the problem I’m the reason why I’m the evildoer-er I’m the deceitful one I’m the one causing drama I’m the issue I’m the untrustworthy one I’m the one who doesn’t deserve anything.
I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. It’s all me.
Are you happy now? Is that good enough? Can you leave me alone now?