I know you say to them behind my back that you don’t approve,
I know that you say I’m a bad influence, a mess, a freak
So I’m sorry, so sorry to inform you of my love
The care, the kindness, the influence
Hope encouragement, scolding and pushing their limits
I’m so sorry to keep them from smoking, cutting and drinking
Such a bad seed am I from the unwed grounds that surely my apple is rotten yes?
Or perhaps all you mothers could stop dwelling in past circumstance
Look to the future and let me have a chance.