In the end I was not good enough for you. You used to say it wasn’t true, but in the end you believed it. You grew up rich. I grew up poor. You have a career. I have a job. You’re from the city.  I’m a farm boy. You said what your family thought did not matter. But it did; didn’t it? R.B.

I’m sorry for not being good as you
I’m sorry for only being me
I’m sorry for not being good enough, its true
I’m sorry for letting you see
I’m sorry for letting you down
I’m sorry for not making you smile
I’m sorry for every reason to smile, I give three to frown
I’m sorry for not making it worthwhile
I’m sorry for not making this work out
I’m sorry for having this end
I’m sorry for filling you with doubt
I’m sorry you had to pretend
I’m sorry not being better than I possibly can
I’m sorry for not taking you off of my shelf
I’m sorry for not being a good enough man
I’m sorry for being myself
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