Countless times have I fucked up
Did and said all the wrong things
Disappointed expectations
Lied when just the truth would do
Countless times didn't own up
Stole and sold another's things
Lies, deceipts, manipulations
Made contributions far and few
Acted sick, even threw up
For all the attention feigning brings
Silent scorn, retaliations
To hurt them, and punish you
Then I think about my children...
And the hope within lights up
And acceptance grows within me
For every fuck-up, no exception
Caused their moment of conception
So, I'm grateful that I fucked up perfectly.
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