Текст песни Ghost Writer - Мама, я тебя ценю

I'm sorry, Mom
I grew up has changed
I know, I invariably ham
In conversations with you I often forget
I promise to change, trust
How many times have you rude
Now I have become another
You've been with me, as in war
I'm sorry Mom, I do not want
I do not want to fall in your eyes
I'm writing this to atone
I also want to hear nothing but good things for your lips
16 years old you are my height
It's time to tell & quot; Thank you so much, Mom & quot;
For poor study vinyl
I do not give & quot; get crazy & quot;
In gratitude, I always help you
Always I find the time, Mom, for you
Let me do something to harm themselves
But as long as your life-preserving
I'm sorry Mom, I do not want
I do not want to fall in your eyes
I'm writing this to atone
I also want to hear nothing but good things for your lips