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I wrote a song, a journal
Gave it to the world
Told the story
Of when I was just a girl
I sought understanding
Clarity in truth
By baring all the wounds
Inflicted on my youth
You criticized my choice
To stand up to my past
To give the pain a voice
So that it too could pass
But I felt brave
And filled with pride as I let go
Of bitterness that wouldn't leave or let me grow
But I will spend a lifetime
Trying to understand
Why someone sharing my bloodline
Would not lend me their hand
Am I supposed to apologize?
Am I supposed to apologize?
Am I supposed to apologize?
Am I supposed to apologize?
I loved her more than myself
But she made me choose
Between her and my father
And so I refused
I fled her house and wrath
Eleven years of age
Followed the crooked path
That led me to a stage
The curtains opened up
My heart followed the lead
The music wouldn't stop
And I could finally breathe
But I will spend a lifetime
Trying to understand
Why someone sharing my bloodline
Would not lend me their hand
Am I supposed to apologize?
Am I supposed to apologize?
Am I supposed to apologize?
Am I supposed to apologize?
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