I'm mad to say i'm sorry;
You wouldn't believe me if i told you.
Hey, i'm finding out the truth.

Maybe its true what you say,
I only hold the ones who treat me like dirt near to me.
...To me, it fits the world though.
Every screw up needs a saint.
whats one without the other?

In complete confidential you've found me.
predicted me, and twisted me into your own molding.
A molding of who i'm supposed to be.
Scary to say, I'm the opposite of your vision.
And my actions are your vision and all that you see.

I'm sorry you have to see, To see what i will be.
And all that i am.

If i could fit the world to see through my eyes; They'd see what i see..and what i saw today. You in pain, and the one person who could cradle you fell away. I'm sorry you have to feel that.

For so long i've known you as a bundle of strength.
You've been it for me, your mother, your sister, and for everyone else.
You're still that person, always will be.
I am thankful to have you in my path...every turn i have chosen...all the paths i have crossed over...You have traveled with me.
You are not my constent, but a guardian...
and all i can pray for is that i've helped you along the way as well.