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?