You say you're fine,
but I know you aren't.
You think you hid it well?
You didn't,
I see it in your eyes,
your smile,
your laugh.

You haven't fooled me Brent,
you never will.
I've gotten over your lies,
I don't care if you lied that you could play guitar,
or you could draw,
but please don't lie that you're alright.

I can hear it in your voice,
you claim you're tired,
you claim its just your voice,
but its not Brent.

Sometimes you don't understand that I care,
I'd do anything for you,
to make sure you stayed alive.

I'm sorry for everything I caused,
with your mom.
With your life.

You say I mean everything to you,
when all I've done is cause you pain,
I call myself ugly,
you have to deal with it day after day.
So here's my apology,
Accept it.

I'm sorry.