Every time I go abroad
You make it out like it's my fault
You know well I have no choice
But fine, go on then, raise your voice
The problem with you knowing me well
Is that you can make my life hell
I'm done with justifying myself
It's messing with my mental health
I'm sorry I don't meet your expectations
I'm sorry that I feed your aggravations
I'm sorry that I never had the patience
I'm sorry
So sorry
I'm sorry I'm not sorry
Why is every other fight
Simply to prove that you are right?
I switch off so you think I don't care
I think I'm done with playing fair
Still I try to appease
Still it's you I want to please
When you start again I've had enough
Though it might be your way of showing your love
I'm sorry I don't meet your expectations
I'm sorry that I feed your aggravations
I'm sorry that I never had the patience
I'm sorry
So sorry
I'm sorry I'm not sorry
I'm sorry I don't meet your expectations
I'm sorry that I feed your aggravations
I'm sorry that I never had the patience
I'm sorry
So sorry
I'm sorry I'm not sorry