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I'm sorry.

I look at my blank page.
What to write, how to say it.
It tears me apart, you know
To think you hate me
Perceptions of entertainment
Don't add up
I push it too far
I'm a deranged, psycho nut
I dreamt last night
You chased me away
You and your friends
It was hard to face you today
To turn around, not to say hi
Because I'm no longer
Just one of the guys
I thought I fit in
As one of the group
Seems I was wrong
I didn't have a clue
I'm sorry I'm such
An immature brat
That's the way I am
I can't change that
I try hard to be kewl
But screw that
I acted like a fool
And I'm sorry.

Apr 25 2001